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Craft Corner: First Birthday Card

I don’t really like birthday cards. I feel like they’re a waste of money and normally just get thrown in the bin, so for Elvis’ first birthday I decided to make, I guess a signing book instead. We did still receive some birthday cards (people who couldn’t make his party), but I tried to even send on the “guest” pages to family to send back! All I needed for this was:

  • a pinboard
  • sparkly/holographic card
  • scissors
  • wool
  • pins
  • blue paint and blue glitter paint
  • a star shape
  • pens

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#ThrowbackThursday: Elvis Has Left the Womb

This is a reposting of the blog I wrote 365 days ago, on day 288 of my pregnancy. I have no recollection of writing it or even what I wrote. That makes me scared to read back the other early day blogs!

Day 288 or term plus 13 according to scans and I am well and truly utterly in love with my son.

I am alone with him on a post natal ward (there is a mother with her daughter) and I am already terrified as I have no idea how to be a parent. It brought tears to my eyes.

I also know that I love him like no other, which brought tears to my eyes.

I got rather high on gas and air earlier and was convinced of so many ludicrous things but one, quite logically if you read my blog or know me, was that we wouldn’t end up a happy family of 3. I was convinced of it (high) and demanded my husband choose our son (drugged up) when neither of us was ever at risk!

But after these two really long days I can say with pride that I’m finally a mother and have made it from the trenches, across No Man’s Land, survived the Waiting Game and am now on the other side.

Elvis has left the womb, folks, and entered my family.

Love to everyone who reads this,
~ Persephone M

Here’s to the next 365 or 288 days!

Happy first NameDay, Elvis, first of your name!

~ P

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Baby Envy: The Next Chapter

After the bump envies. Who’s is bigger, smaller, more bump-like, more fat-like.

After the childbirth envies. Who’s was easiest, who managed to do it without drugs, who had the most/least complications.

After the newborn raising envies. Who needed to bedshare to survive, who found breastfeeding difficult and a struggle, who opted straight for formula.

After the baby in general envies. Who’s baby started sleeping through after three weeks, who’s baby hit all of their milestones early or bang on time, who’s baby was the first to say Mama.

Now comes, first birthday envies!

 

Strangely I never noticed it at Christmas, but I’m starting to wonder if the first birthday envies are more common than first Christmas envies. Is it now when everyone starts taking notes from other mummies’ parties, the presents bought and how the day is spent, to make their own child’s the best.

 

Does the envy ever end? Or do those that care anyway never stop, and those that never feel the green little fingers of envy, never even consider it? Is it all the same as when you were at school, those that cared a little too much what people thought, still do. Those that spent their time trying to make their own parties be the best, compared them constantly to those they attended before their own. Do those people that never compare, never consider other people in that way, have an easier, more relaxed life? Personally, I compare. I worry a lot that people judge me, that people consider and criticise how I do things. I spent months believing that bed-sharing was wrong and bad, that I was a failure for doing it and everyone was judging me on it. Until I discovered other mums doing it.

 

It was then that I realised that I bedshared to survive those first two months. I did what was best for me and my family. Elvis’ first birthday, his party, his presents, everything associated with it, will be better than anyone else’s because I’ll do what’s best and right for him and our family. Just as all of his baby friends will have the best birthdays. For them.

 

Who needs to be envious of everyone’s perfection?

~ P

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First Birthdays

We’ve been to two first birthdays now (Elvis’ social calender is definitely fuller than mine) and before each I’ve had the same problem.

The sheer panic the day before of not having a gift and then having to trek all the way into town to buy something.

I have the best solution!

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Birthday Plans: Clothing Elvis

For ages I’d been resisting buying clothes for Elvis’ first birthday. Until the other day and it’s so exciting. There’s only about 2 months to go!

I’d been kidding myself and holding off buying anything by pretending I didn’t know what age range he’ll be in. But I went for 12-18 months. If he is too little, then I can buy something last minute and his birthday clothes can be used for other events. So far I have 3 tops for his birthday.

Which might be excessive. I even found a shirt and tie. It’s adorable!

I can’t wait!

~ P

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