It’s been a little while since my last blog post and LittleMonkey has reached a few milestones!

At about 5mths LittleMonkey finally worked out how to breastfeed properly. To be honest, I think I had just ended up feeling so negative about it after such a rubbish experience that I had given up trying. Nevertheless there were tears of utter joy the first time LittleMonkey had a full feed (and probably after every feed for the first week or so if I’m honest). I was so relieved to be able to relax over Christmas, rather than having to sneak away to express in private every couple of hours and I feel so proud of us both – Well done LittleMonkey!

Breastfeeding (or at least trying to) has taught me a lot about myself. I care way more about what people think about me (or what I think people think about me) than I ever thought possible, I’m incredibly sensitive and hard on myself and I’m ridiculously stubborn. I need to work on these qualities. Not being able to breastfeed LittleMonkey made me incredibly miserable and I didn’t enjoy the first 5 months of his life like I should have done. I planned my day meticulously around his feeds and expressing and this made it very difficult to escape the mummy bubble. I would only feed LittleMonkey around those that I trusted the most and on the rare occasions I fed him around others, I always felt the need to explain that I was bottle-feeding him breastmilk. I personally have absolutely no problem with bottle feeding or formula and think that parents should do what is best for them and their babies, but apparently despite wholeheartedly believing this, it’s hard not to be affected by social pressures.

Oh the joys. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that LittleMonkey is discovering new and exciting foods but my goodness, the mess! Purees I can cope with (until the point that LittleMonkey grabs the spoon or spits it in my face) but who’s idea was baby led weaning!? Baby led weaning seems to equate to LittleMonkey mushing bits of food into every surface possible whilst still finding remnants to throw onto my beige carpet. I’m not convinced any of it goes into his mouth (unless it’s toast…he’s definitely inherited my addiction to toast) but it seems to be the trendy way of weaning your child at present, so we’re rolling with it…or at least that’s what I’m telling the health visitor!

…and then screaming because he hates being on his tummy. My days are literally spent doing nothing other than feeding LittleMonkey, cleaning mushed food off the carpet, dog and LittleMonkey and rolling a distraught LittleMonkey back onto his back a gazillion times!

Where did the last 6 months go…