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I remember when I was told that I was pregnant the shock & fear I felt. Mainly because I had been told at the age of 20 that I wouldn't be able to have any children (you see I had cancer when I was 16 and had accepted I would never be a mum, and had found a million and one reasons why it would be good not to have another person depending on me). Though that wasn't the only reason for my shock and fear, I also thought "Oh my god, I'm almost 30 and on my own!" My ex didn't want anything to do with this child, and made it quite clear that if I was to go through with it, I was on my own and not to contact him!
I didn't have a lot of time really to think of what I should do, less than a week to make a decision that would effect the rest of my life. I will be honest here and say it was and remains the hardest period I have ever gone through in my life. All I seemed to do was talk. Talk... talk... talk, and with anyone that would listen, some of them even strangers. I guess I was hoping someone would make the decision for me, so I didn't have to! I know those of you out there that have planned your pregnancy with you partners will be reading this and probably be thinking, but why? You were told you wouldn't be able to have one, and now you were given this gift from God, a second chance if you will! Well at the time I didn't see it that way, it's hard to know unless you've been through it. It had taken me over ten years to except that I would never be a mum, and with all the reasons I gave myself I had done a good job of believing them.
But now here I was, having to re-think my whole life! It was my brother who in the end who sat me down and just said, "Sis, I really want to be an uncle! And I really think, deep down you really want to be a mum!" followed with a few tears from him, as he said "If you don't go through with it, I truly think you will regret it later in life!"
Thank fully I did, and now have a gorgeous 13 year old who is my life. It hasn't been easy though, far from it. I had many, many problems whilst carrying her and even more after I had her.
I firstly had sciatica. I was out walking one day (I was about 4 months pregnant) when all of a sudden I got a sharp pain running down my right leg. Which disappeared and was replaced with numbness when I didn't move. So a visit to the doctors and I was referred to a physiotherapist. Nothing could be done as it was due to a nerve trapped in my pelvis. I was informed that usually they would just pop it out by manipulation of the pelvis, but due to being pregnant this wasn't possible. So the only thing they could do was give me physio five days a week and walk with crutches until delivery.
Then at six months pregnant I started to get an unbelievable sharp pain in my stomach, midwife called I was rushed to hospital, where they discovered I had a kidney stone, and that it was blocking my urethra. Which in turn had brought on premature labour. This resulted in a two day stay in hospital where they both prepared me for early labour by giving me drugs to help the babies lungs, and giving me Pethidine to help stop the labour, and diagnosing how best to treat the kidney stone.
The day after returning home my midwife informed me that my temperature was rising, and she was worried I may have picked up some bug from the hospital. Sure enough the next day I had swollen glands, and felt totally ill. Diagnosis glandular fever, apparently there had been an outbreak of this in the hospital.
When I finally went into labour on Monday 30th June, I was four days over my due date (this is apparently normal if you've had a labour halted). The labour lasted seven days (I kid you not!), as I was dilating very slowly, I can't tell you just how horrible this was! They wouldn't take me in as I wasn't far enough dilated, so I just had to stick it out. It was so exhausting, not being able to sleep properly. On Sunday 6th July whilst having a cup of tea the pain had become so server that it was making me breathless, my mother called for the midwife who informed me that my contractions were off the chart, at that I was now 7cm and my waters were bulging, so an ambulance was called for a little after 9am. I wont tell you how hard the actual labour was as I wouldn't want to put any of you future mothers off lol.. But needless to say not everything went to plan, why should it, nothing else had so far!
Finaly at six minutes to six (yes I checked her for the mark of the devil lol, especially as it was the 6th of July as well) my daughter was born, a healthy 7lb baby. With amazing coral blue eyes, a full head of blonde curls and with my piano long fingers, the first thing she did was grab my hand. It was instant love, something I have never felt in my life!
It's been a learning curb with my daughter, every time I thought I was getting something right she would change the rules. She never slept for any more than four hours a day from the day she was born until she was five. And not always would those four hours be together, the one thing I am most proud of is the fact I remained calm throughout the whole of it. One day when I was feeling a little down, my mid-wife told me, "You are doing an amazing job. Most people would have cracked by now with the amount of sleep you are getting, and doing the whole thing on your own!" (My mother and brother live a distance away from me you see, so I didn't have any support, other than phone calls.) It's funny, those few kind words from her, were enough to give me the lift I needed to carry on. At 18months old, my doctor registered my daughter for a sleep clinic programme, she was the youngest there. Most people being over the age of sixteen. Every suggestion tried, every suggestion failing, by two I was starting to realise perhaps it was something I had to just live with until she grew out of it. Then at her check up around two, two and a half. my doctor asked me if he could send her to have an IQ test done at a large hospital some 200 miles away. At first I thought Oh no, that's to far to go. But he explained to me that he thought the reason I was having so many problems with Rebecca was because he thought she may be a very bright child. In the end I agreed.
Two months later I was sat in a waiting area of a children's day ward waiting to see a specialist. On entering he gave my daughter a jigsaw (she loved jigsaws) and set about to ask me a few questions, with in five minutes a little voice said. "Finished, look mummy". The doctor smiled and said to me, "Ms Thomas, I think today is going to answer a lot of questions for you!" abandoning the form until later, he ask me if I minded sitting the other side of the room so that he could start testing Rebecca? He did many test, picture tests, asking her questions about the pictures, card tests, number tests, aural test, so many that it's hard to remember now so far down the line. At the end of it, he asked me to step out side for a while so he could look at the results. Half an hour later I was called back in, to be informed that Rebecca had an IQ of a child three years ahead of her. I was speechless.... I mean what do you say when someone tells you something like that? He then went on to tell me some of the problems that I may face in the future. Your child may not need to sleep as much as you or I, she may become frustrated when there is nothing to challenge her, she may have erratic moments where it feels to you as if she is really hyper..... It felt to me as if this total stranger had been living with me for the last few years and been witnessing home life. I also started crying, the relief was huge. I can't explain to you how huge it was! For so long now I had had to listen to other people telling me things like, "my child sleeps through the night" or "my child is very quiet and well behaved" not that she wasn't well behaved, she was, it was just that she seemed act as if she had a ever ready battery shoved up her butt lol... As if the "my child's" weren't enough, the looks of pity were even worse, it got so bad that I stopped telling people the truth when they asked about how she was sleeping? Instead I would lie, "Oh yes she sleeps really well now!" Though the dark circles under my eyes must have shown I was lying. I didn't care though, I just didn't want to hear it any more!
The doctor informed me that life would become easier when she started school, as it would tire her brain out more. Every one was great, my doctor, my health visitor, everyone. In fact my health visitor even arranged for her to start nursery school early. She was two and half when she started, she looked so small in her uniform, the uniform that my mum had to alter as there weren't any in her age group. She was the youngest there, the others at the nursery school were four, this made her look like a baby in comparison. Life started to become a little easier for me from this moment on. It meant that the four hours that she was there in the mornings, I could catch up on a couple of hours sleep. Oh god I can't tell you just how marvellous this was! It may not seem like a lot to you, but to me it was amazing. I started feeling more human again for the first time in ages.
Everything was brilliant for the next 12months, but then the next shock came along. At three and a half she had been at the nursery for a year, and all those that started with her were now five and ready to move over to the infants school. It was so hard to tell Rebecca that all her friends were now going over to the bigger school "Why can't I go to the bigger school mummy?" Why couldn't she indeed! It wasn't as if she wouldn't be able to do the work, making an appointment to see the head, I was informed that Rebecca would have to remain in the nursery until she was five. How wrong is that? The only way that Rebecca would be able to move up to the next tier in the education system would be if I paid for her to go to a private school. I'm a single mum for gods sake, there was no way I could afford to pay private school fees.
It angers me to say this, but the British education system makes no allowances for gifted children. Were they should be encouraged, they are left out in the cold.
Well my daughter is thirteen now, fourteen in July. She sleeps normally (thank god), is less like an ever ready bunny and is doing brilliantly at school. We still have days were she becomes frustrated with the school system, but we have learnt better tools to learn how to cope with it now. It's been tough getting here, but I can't think of anything else in life I am more proud of, than her.
This was my story on motherhood, and if I was asked to give one piece of advice to any new mothers it would be this:
Don't listen to others when they say you should do this, or you shouldn't do that, your child is unique there isn't another one out there like him or her. Yes you will make mistakes, trust me a lot of them! But you will also find what works best for you and your child. There isn't any form of failure when it comes to children, just finding better ways to deal with a situation. You learn together, ask questions from your children, and allow them to ask questions of you. Understanding each other is the best form of parenting, unique to only you and them. Don't teach them, let them learn from you as you in turn learn from them!
And most importantly RELAX!! I know it's stressful being a mum or a dad, but at the end of the day it is LIFE, and what you think is driving you nuts now you wont even remember when they are 25 and telling you they are engaged or expecting. So why shout and stress about it now? Take deep breadths (lots of them) and stay calm, and most importantly, love every minute of it. Even the days where you fell like you could strangle them, they grow faster than you realise.
Being with my partner just under 2 years and having just left school the last thing i would of expected was to fall pregnant. But that's exactly what happened. I feel I did everything the right way though. There was no way I would ever have an abortion and looking after and raising this baby up to be a fantastic kid was the only way to go.
I was 17 when I fell pregnant with my daughter but didn't find out until I was 18. I told all my side of the family the same day I found out. Hiding it from them wouldn't have made it any easier so I though best thing is to tell them all straight away.
My partner on the other hand was more worried about telling he's parents and I think that's were things went really wrong. Since they have no interest in our kids but it's there loss there other 2 grand children obliviously mean a lot more to them.
On the 17th February 2008 out popped my beautiful baby girl weighting a total of 9lb. (I'm only 5 ft as was a size 10 before I had her, surprised I survived.)
From this day onwards my life changed for the best. None of my friends wanted to know me anymore they were going out getting drunk and there's me looking after my beautiful baby girl, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Though every milestone my daughter went though I thought it was all the best moments. She is such a fun loving girl who is very clever.
2 and a half years on and she's just a little diamond, she says the funniest things and really knows how to make people laugh. That's one of the best quality's my little girl has she can make everyone smile. Family on his side didn't want to know again and they have really missed out on being part of these fantastic fun loving children's lives. But we're not going to let that drag us down. You only live once and should live it to the full.
I now have a beautiful baby boy who's 3 months old who is just the most beautiful chuckling little bundle. He yet again was a massive baby weighting in at 9lb 9 and a half.
Having a two year gap between my little ones is great, she helps out with getting nappies and washing in the bath, she absolutely adores him. My main worry was that she would feel pushed out but by including her in everything, yes everything. Even bum changes but she loves it.
Only one thing has changed since my son was born is that potty training is well out the window, but she will know when she wants to do it again. She's strong minded and really does know what she wants and wants she doesn't.
Isobel and Freddie mean the world to me and I wouldn't have it any other way. Being only 20 with two kids is hard work but I have the most happy and healthy children who really keep me going. Although I am really looking forward to returning to work after my maternity leave has finished.
Isobel is also known as bubble and when squeak (Freddie) came along it made life easier and a lot more joyful that it already was.
We have no been together for 5 years and have two smashing children, I couldn't ask for any more. No more kids for me though, one of each is just fine with me, time for me to be selfish and get back down to a size 10.
Someday I hope they have happy little families just like I've got.
I hope you have enjoyed a little more information about my life and my family.
I feel the need to update this review. After reading the part about " no more kids for me though, one of each is just fine with me" I just think i should update you.
So now Isobel is 4 and Freddie is two next week i have gone one to have another beautiful baby girl called Lillie-Rose. She is now 6 months old. My pregnacy with Lillie-Rose was a very dificult and psyically exhausting one as i spent more time in hospital than at home. I suffered with Placenta Previa. My plancenta was low and i was told that i would not be able to have a natural birth and they can no allow that to happen as it can put mine and babys life at risk. This was a tramatic time in my life as she was such a small baby i never knew if i would ever leave the hospital with my baby.
Luckly i did. I had a beautiful baby girl born via c-section on 7th september 2011. weighing in at 6lb 3. So she was my tiny little girl.
yet again his family wernt bothered and put so much strain on our relationship saying that i had done this to myself and made my baby ill. Yet its all natural and cant be helped.
I dont want to say i would never have anymore as i lied before saying i woulnt have anymore.
The three babys are very challenging and really know how to wear mummy out. Isobel attends playgroup in the mornings 5 days a week, which makes looking after the younger tots much easier.
I am due back to work soon so i have no idea how that is going to work. But realistically i need to, but childcare costs are more than i would earn. So feeling alot of strain trying to decided whats best for my children, as either way the bills need paying.
In the start of my review from nearly 2 years ago i went on abotu wanting to be a size 10. I am very pleased to say i am closer to my goal than i ever have been. After going up to a size 16 i am now a comfortable size 12 and no longer care about my size. I am happy, my kids are happy were all heathly. So in my eyes that is all that matters.
Children are precious and family are important. I am very lucky to have such a fantastic supportive partner and children. I wouldnt change it for the world!
I tried to propose new catorgary for this but was told this is where I had to put it.
I first became pregnant at 26, I did about 5 pregnancy tests over a week - just to be sure. I had a perfect pregnancy some of you will know that I had a son that died soon after.
I got pregnant again at 27 around 3 months after my son had died (I had been advised to wait 3 months before trying for another baby). I had guessed I was having a boy last time so although I wasn't bothered what sex my baby was I think deep down I hoped for a girl (after my son died someone actually said maybe you just can't carry a boy) so that it would be totally different and I wouldn't be wondering whether my son would be doing stuff etc.
I thought I was having a girl as I felt different but was it just because I wanted it to be different? It was confirmed on one of my many scans it was a girl. The name had been chosen already as I didn't know I was having a boy last time we had chosen a boys and a girls name.
I had an elective caesarean at 37 weeks and as they pulled my daughter out they held her up for me to see and all I saw were little purple feet. She was then rushed away as the chord was round her neck and all I remember saying was no not again. But everything was fine and my daughter was absolutely gorgeous. We were both sooooo happy that she was here and ok. My husband later told me the student that was in the operating theatre with us fainted. I had to stay in hospital 3 nights coming home on the fourth day which is normal now for a caesarean. On the second night I got moved from my own room to a small ward with 3 others and I was the only one that didn't have a cry over something or moan that my baby wouldn't settle. She became my world.
We took our daughter home and did lots of things that you shouldn't we cuddled her most of the time we picked her up if she cried - why shouldn't we.
One thing I was strict with was at night she slept in her own cot this was carried on as she grew and moved on to a bed although she stayed up late sometimes she didn't have to get up in the morning and we loved watching her play etc, plus my husband sometimes got in late from work . He hated Sunday night as it meant he was back at work the next day so would miss her but she used to come in our room and play while my husband played his guitar and we chilled. We then let her fall asleep on our bed and just carried her to her room. (By this time she was about 2) It didn't matter she always slept through the night.
She started growing up and wanted to go dancing which of course we let her she is 10 now and loves going dancing and doing the shows and even the exams - we are soooo proud of her she is clever and enjoys school too. We have never let her stay off school just for the hell of it or had a holiday in term time so we do have rules she is just spoilt but not a spoilt brat (well most of the time she isn't).
We have taught her manners and she is always polite to older people saying please, thank you etc and holding doors open.
I was 36 when I next became pregnant and I was thinking it would never happen because for my other 2 I had got pregnant straight away and this time it took a bit longer (I don't have a lot of patience in some things)
I again found out I was having a girl we waited until I was 12 weeks pregnant to tell our daughter - and we didn't get the reaction we thought. (she had said in the past she would like a brother or sister) I was convinced she would be really pleased so we showed her the scan picture and she ran off crying (she was 7 by this time). What an absolute shock! I had handled it so wrong but we talked and she was happy it had just been a shock to her.
The 3 of us discussed names and we came up with a girls name that we eventually all agreed on.
I had another elective caesarean but at 38 weeks, things were different now they took the baby away and dressed her before we got our cuddle and we had had to go and buy a hat the night before for her to wear. She was another gorgeous baby we were soooo happy and my husband phoned the school to pass a message on to our daughter that her sister was here and everything was fine. This time I was not lucky enough to have my own room but was put in little room with 4 other women who had had caesareans.
My husband picked our daughter up from school and brought her to the hospital she held her sister and was really pleased but then the tears came when she had to go - I felt so helpless. She stayed up a bit that night as she was upset but I couldn't tell them off.
I was so happy I was still reading at midnight and the night staff couldn't believe I had had a caesarean that morning anyway when morning came I was up and showered by 7am. My daugher rang me on the hospital phone at 8 and was showered and dressed and waiting for her breakfast.
When they came to see us the 2nd night they brought some food and we pulled the curtains round the bed and had a bit of a picnic on the bed. Again my daughter got upset when she had to go home and as I could walk about now I walked with our baby down the corridor with them.
I made my mind up that I wanted to come home the next day, I couldn't stand it any longer so after only 2 nights in hospital I told them I wanted to go home, they knew I was doing ok and coping so they got a senior doctor to come and see me and she discharged me.
Now my youngest looks like her older sister but has lighter coloured hair and she went bald as a baby. As we now had an older daughter we couldn't do naughty things like let her stay up as the older one had to get up for school (it's only right the youngest is in bed first) but it was also harder to make her stay in her own bed as when she screamed she woke the older one. So again we did things wrong we let her come into our bed so she wouldn't wake her sister up. She is nearly 3 now and goes to sleep in her own big bed and if she wakes in the night (I know it's wrong but) I get into bed with her then go back to my bed when she is asleep it doesn't happen every night but her sister has school and I don't want her waking up.
She has asked to go dancing as she sees her sister go etc and I have just recently let her start and she loves it. My youngest is also clever and now goes to nursery; it's a small nursery in the grounds of the school her sister goes to and is only open school hours.
My husband seems to have selective memory as he can't remember the oldest shouting and going through the terrible 2's he is blaming it all on starting nursery. I have to admit she is more demanding but I think a lot of it is because her sister gives in to her all the time closely followed by her daddy.
I believe you can only bring your children up the best that you can and then hope (as they get older there is a lot of other influences). My daughters are taught manners and to be nice to people (although we are finding this a bit of a problem with the youngest). They are not people that jump all over furniture - It really annoys me when children do this. They are both strong and confidant characters which I hope will help them in life.
The most important thing is they know they are the most important things in the world and that they are loved more than anything.
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Time flies and children grow up so quickly my oldest daughter has just chosen her options at school for next year.
My youngest daughter is to take her fist dance exams in a couple of week.
So yes they both love dancing - still. And they both love doing the shows. I am back stage for them as my youngest will not do them if I am not there or her friends mum. Her friends mum promised to get registered for the next one but has broken her leg badly and it will take around 6 months before she is back on her feet so it will be me doing both shows again. I don't mind I actually find it strange that people leave their young children with strangers.
My oldest is a bit of a moody teenager at times and my youngest is a madam but deep down they are still great kids.
I am proud Mum to Ryan James who we nickname Baby Boo. He was born in May 2008 after 12 long hours of labour but he was worth every minute of it!
I always knew i wanted to be a Mum from a young age and when i met my partner at 15 (he is 5yrs older) i knew i had met the man i wanted to have my children with. We moved into our first home when i turned 17 and started trying for a baby. After 2 long years of trying to conceive, we had almost given up when i fell pregnant!
I found out when i was 3weeks gone and was so excited! At 9 weeks we had a miscarriage scare which absolutely terrified me. I know all babies are special but my Boo felt extra special for holding on! The rest of my pregnancy progressed well except for heartburn and i had gastroenthiatis at 22weeks and was admitted to hospital for 3days. This was the same day we found out i was having a boy and we picked his name that week.
At 2 days overdue i went into labour and had my little angel at 10.40am. He weighed a healthy 7lb 1 1/2oz and was gorgeous. We had to stay in overnight as he wouldnt feed properly and was very sleepy due to the pain relief they gave me near the end of my labour.
The 1st few months, he was an excellent, content baby but this soon changed! I decided to go to college when Ryan was 12weeks old and he went to the nursery which has helped him develope really well. He is back there again this year and as he can walk etc now, has gotton on even better.
Unfortuantely he hit the terrible 2s just before his first birthday. He used to be such a good eater and content but he is so fussy with food now and is grumpy most of the time however he is a happy baby alot too! He has had numerous bad coughs and chest infections since birth which may turn out to be asthma but we dont know for sure yet.
Despite being a grump, i wouldnt have him any other way, he makes me smile and laugh and i just love him so much.
*Useful facts about the Boo!*
He has lovely soft blond hair and blue eyes
His favourite show is In the Night Garden
His favourite toy is his Thomas the Tank Rocker
He goes to bed with a light up Laa Laa
His favourite song is Twinkle Twinkle
His favourite food is yoghurts!
I have two children, well they are not exactly children as such now. My oldest being 22 with children of her own and my youngest the tender age of 15.
I had my daughter, now 22, at the ripe age of 16 on December 16th 1986. She went through alot while she was younger but has turned out to be a strong independant woman in her own right. She was overweight, suffered with crooked teeth and had to have braces and wasn't the most fashionable girlie girl she was more of a tomboy so a perfect target for bullies. Her going through this however has forced her to become strong, and eventually love herself. I don't mean love herself as in being vein but she has grown into her body, and into her personality and has come out better than those people who put her down all them years ago. She is now a mother herself and has made me the proudest Nanny to two beautiful grandsons. She amazes me sometimes with how much strength and personality she does posess.
My son now 15 has been completely the opposite. He is one of them children who is just naturally loved and liked by everyone. He is also one of them people who seems to be good at everything he does. He is doing brilliant at school, even sitting early entry GCSE's. Sports are his strong point, and he is even training at the moment for his Black belt in Kung Fu - which is the instructors first belt. It has took him years to get this far, but his determination never stooped. He has been lucky in the fact he has never been picked on, was always the boy everybody wanted to play with in the playground and this has followed him through the years.
I have done my baby lark, dirty nappies and feeding bottles and I have worked hard to discipline my children and I know all parents are biast towards their own but I feel my children have grown into themselves and have developed their very own amazing personalities, opinions, feelings they are finally their very own people, especially my daughter who no longer lives with us she has set up home else where and become her own person in her own right.
I love my kids, they are part of me and always will be .. although they are not kids anymore. Where does the time go.
I am relatively new to motherhood in comparison to some who have written wonderful and insightful reviews in this section. My little boy is just 14 months old but already I simply cannot remember what life was like before he came along.
My husband and I feel very blessed to have such a special little person in our lives. For us it was not straight forward in terms of starting a family. We had fertility issues, confirmed by our GP at after two agonising years of trying to conceive. We had resigned ourselves to the thought that we may never have any children of our own. We kept our minds open to the possibility of undergoing fertility treatment, yet at the same time we began to look on the negative side of parenting in an effort to convince ourselves that "it really didn't matter". It did matter of course, but coming to terms with the thought that you may never be able to experience the joys of creating another life is somewhat painful.
To be precise, it was after two years and four months of trying to conceive that we had the biggest shock of our lives. I remember attending an Avon party of my good friend and colleagues house the night before and although I had only consumed two glasses of red wine, I felt awfully hung over at work that morning. I didn't mention my nausea to my colleagues as I felt rather ashamed that I hadn't handled such a small amount of alcohol very well. On the way home from work that evening I felt an overbearing weakness in my legs. I felt as though I would collapse at any moment and so to preserve my dignity I stopped at a bus shelter to sit down. It was then that I had a rather unexpected urge to take a pregnancy test.
When I reached home I searched though my drawers to find an old pregnancy test which had been stashed away with any hopes of ever reading a positive result. When I took the test of course, it said positive!
To begin with I found it very difficult to believe that we were actually going to be parents. Those nine months however seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. We were soon holding our son in our arms, and indeed still not quite believing what had happened to us.
I whole heartedly believe that no words can ever capture the overwhelming feeling of pure love that a parent feels when faced with a child of their creation. Children are very precious and to have such a long and heartbreaking journey beforehand only made that feeling more worthwhile for us.
So, I will tell you a little about our boy before the length of this review gets completely out of hand. His name is Myles and he is utterly adorable. He has beautiful scruffy blonde hair that does not rest correctly on his head. He has deep-set eyes that will melt your heart. His smile to this day still makes me shed a tear. His voice is soft and husky with a sweet purity that is indescribable.
Myles was a baby like no other. He slept through the night at two days old and within two weeks he was doing so religiously. He seemed to smile almost immediately. He quickly developed the best giggle I have ever had the pleasure to hear. Before we knew it he was exploring the world in a commando shuffle, eventually turning into a crawl and then those tentative first steps at three days past his first birthday.
Myles and I regularly attend baby groups. We have sampled baby signing, baby music and dance classes and just about every local stay and play group we have within the vicinity. It is at these groups that I often come to the conclusion that he is, in comparison to others, a 'live wire'! Myles will not sit still and play with a toy. Instead Myles likes to discover what his surroundings have to offer. He will empty boxes, clamber up shelves, look under tables, look behind cabinets, find handles on drawers and cupboards and promptly open them. At one class he discovered the water dispenser, pulled the lever and then stood bemused in the puddle he had created. We arrived at our baby signing group one morning to find an almost empty room, the class leader announced that she had "Myles proofed" that morning!
To give another example of his inquisitive nature, on Tuesday of this week we attended a new toddler group. After exploring his surrounding Myles was instinctively drawn to a lady who was wearing very shiny shoes, perhaps too shiny. He wondered over to her, gave her a glance and a smile and then promptly tried to remove her shoes!
Myles makes friends wherever he goes. He will often toddle up to someone and give them a big open mouthed stare. When they react with a greeting he will beam the most gorgeous smile and begin to babble back to them. He can say quite a lot of words now, his current favourite is "cat", a word which he quickly picked up having two Siamese cats at home.
There are a two things in life which make Myles feel rather uneasy. One is his Nanny's black tights. When asked where his legs are Myles will lift his trouser legs and giggle. One Sunday afternoon after showing us his own legs, he then lifted Nanny's trousers and was shocked to find that she was wearing coloured tights and quickly burst into tears. He subsequently checked up her sleeves and down her blouse and once he realised that all other skin was present and correct he soon consoled himself.
The second is another grandparent related object. My father is a fan of Batman and as a joke one year my husband and I bought him a bubble bath in a Batman figurine. It has had pride of place on his bathroom windowsill ever since. Myles however is terrified of Batman and will scream at the mere sight of it. Batman now goes into hiding when Myles goes to visit!
Becoming a mother to our little boy has given me hope that the seemingly unachievable can be achieved. Until I became a parent I never fully understood just how precious children are. Myles is quite simply the best thing that has ever happened to my husband and I and we love and cherish him very much.
I have two children: a 2002 and a 2007 model, both are the male variety. I will endeavour to review the peculiarities of my particular examples but please bear in mind that they are not necessarily typical of their year of manufacture.
Like all children, my two had to be pre-ordered nine months in advance. The 2002 model arrived on time (just a few days earlier than anticipated) and weighed 6lbs 10. The 2007 model was 7lbs 5 on delivery. Both models have continued to grow since delivery, which is a particular characteristic of all types of this product.
The 2002 is now much taller than the 2007 model although both are still growing very rapidly. The older version has light brown hair and a pale complexion. Mine features glasses although this is an optional extra. The 2007 version is slighter blonder and more compact with a slightly rounded tummy area and chubby knees. Both are exceptionally beautiful and attractive examples of their species.
Both models are highly interactive and very responsive although they are not necessarily always that practical as household items. They do have considerable aesthetic appeal and are both decorative and entertaining.
The 2002 model can be relied upon to say 'I don't like that' when dinner is served, whatever it may be. The 2007 model can be relied upon to say 'no' to most questions he is faced with (with notable exceptions being 'Do you want some chocolate?')
The 2002 model is extremely amusing and provides hours of entertainment value. He is extremely responsive and will perform more and more if an appreciative audience is present. The 2007 model also has an endearing personality although his vocabulary is more limited as he awaits some software enhancements.
The 2007 model is particularly prone to falls and collisions and has some difficulty with balance. If this results in any damage, an alarm is emitted to alert the owner. The 2002 model is slightly more resilient, having experienced many more knocks and injuries over the years.
Both are quite economical in terms of fuel consumption with the 2007 consuming slightly less and having a preference for sweeter foods and puddings in particular.
The cost of some of the optional extras can become a major expense, however. Both models require new sets of clothing on a regular basis and also request equipment such as toys and games, which seem to become more expensive and more frequent as the models get older!
Ease of cleaning:
The 2007 model has been trained to dispose of his own used nappies in the bin and the 2002 model has been manually programmed with a self-care package. Unfortunately, this can be somewhat hit and miss and often requires intervention to ensure that the product is cleaned thoroughly.
This has to be manually programmed a few weeks after delivery. We had a few difficulties with the 2002 model as the programme did not seem to be accepted initially. This fault occurred frequently throughout the first year. Even after the sleep mode appeared to have inputted correctly, there was a tendency for the model to malfunction and switch itself on during night-time hours, requiring intervention for the sleep mode to be re-set.
The 2007 model was much easier to programme for sleep mode and the mode stays in operation for a full 12 hours every night without interruption. It is also necessary to operate sleep mode for a short period during daytime hours. The model will often self-activate sleep mode if placed in a suitable environment such as a car or pushchair. Failure to operate sleep mode for at least 30 minutes during daytime hours can result in a high-pitched alarm sounding recurrently.
Unfortunately, it is not usually possible to obtain these particular models any more (except under rare circumstances) although there is still time to place an order for delivery in late 2009. Due to the high running costs and the current economic climate, I suspect that many people may choose to wait for a 2010 model or even later versions. Regardless of the year of manufacture or delivery, each child will be very individual and will be guaranteed to bring you many hours of love, happiness and joy.
PS: My boys are not really machines or models. They are wonderful, unique individuals who both manage to drive me mad with love and irritation at the same time!
I hope this little tongue-in-cheek review has bought a smile to somebody's face. I have enjoyed writing it anyway!
I have a son whose 10 and a daughter who is 9. They go to an excellent state primary school. My only gripe is - HOMEWORK.
In addition to a line of spellings to do each night, 2 maths sheets and 2 english sheets, they are set projects, where they must research, for instance, a famous Victorian and then write a lengthy piece of work. These projects are to be done over a number of weeks.
In addition, they have to complete reading records to show they how much they are reading at home.
For my daughter, homework is rarely a problem, because she loves school and judges herself by the standards they set. Most girls are the same.
For my son, it is a nightmare. He doesn't like school full stop, though he is bright. The very idea of finally getting out of there at the end of the day, only to have to start doing work again, seems to him to be completely and utterly unfair.
And that's where the deception begins. I've got no homework, or I've already done it, or 'She said we didn't have to bother with the second sheet' etc.
Recently, he has changed stragegy to 'I've lost my bag' or 'I've lost my homework book and she won't accept it in on loose pages.' And his joker card is - I just don't know how to do it.
And then when by stealth, pleading, or threats, I finally manage to get him to do it, a report comes back that it is not of the required standard.
It is THE main bug bear between my son and me, and it is a shame because he is a smashing lad. He reads a novel every few days (though he refuses to fill in his reading record, because they have to complete a brief synopsis of the book.) He is mad on current affairs, particularly American politics. His favourite treat is to be allowed to watch the Daily Show with Jon Stewart. He reads the newspapers - proper ones.
He has taught himself to touch type, because he is writing a novel!
And yet, we argue because he won't do his homework.
I feel it is knocking the stuffing out of him, and making him even more anti school than he was before. I've been in to see his teacher. We discuss strategies to get him to do the work, but the idea of reducing the homework is not on the agenda at all.
It is worse for other mums because their kids won't read. I don't have that problem, at least.
If he did his work without protest or procrastination, it would probably just come within the 30 minute limit set by the government. (Not including the time he spends reading, because he doesn't view this as homework.)
If any one can give me strong arguements for kids as young as 9 and 10 to get such alot of homework, I would be genuinely grateful to hear them.
But as far as I'm concerned, particularly for boys, it is counter productive. Some homework OK - so parents have an idea what their children are studying and can be involved in their children's learning.
But not this amount, nor of such complexity.
Suggestions re getting him to do it would also be useful. I have yet to resort to doing it for him, but I sense that day is coming.
Hi there, I am a first time mum of one. I am 33 years old and I am pregnant with twins due in May. My little boy is 13 months old, and the journey to this point has been very eventful. I am so pleased that I waited until my thirties until having children. Don't get me wrong, it is such a wonderful experience, but it completely changes your life. Things which you took for granted before, seem so hard to achieve when you have a child. I am over the moon to be expecting twins, but at the same time I am terrified. It is going to be such hard work, but worth it I know. I am a step mum to two children aged 9 and 12, and they were a part of my life for 5 years before my own son was born. Having your own child is completely different, but at least I got some experience in before my son was born. They are great, and get on really well with their half brother. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Hello, i am going to tell you all about my three daughters.
Holly-marie is the eldest, she was born on 23/07/2004 weighing a very healthy 8lb6oz. Right from the start i knew she was a very contented baby, she would only cry if she wanted something.
As soon as she could smile thats all she would do as soon as she saw you. She grew into a very beautiful and intelligent little girl. But life is not so easy for her, when she was 16 months old i noticed that her eyes started to turn inwards and after an appointment with the specialist we were told that she has got a squint (lazy eyes) she had her first pair of glasses at 22months old, and had to wear an eye patch for 4 hours a day-what a battle! As she got older it became more and more apparent that she was actually blind in her "bad eye" and her sight is very poor in the other eye. We still have to put an eye patch on her but now its for 8 hours a day as she doesnt seem to be responding to treatment. It doesnt bother her too much and her new glasses really have made the world of difference. We are hoping that she can have surgery this easter which will straighten her eyes out and hopefully encourage her brain to switch the bad eye back on. Despite all this she is still one of the most beautiful little people i have ever seen. And to speak of intelligence she regularly puts me in my place! She is a wonderful big sister and often tells me what her baby sister needs, and tells me how to do it! She is 4 1/2 now and start school this friday. Think im going to cry.
My second daughter Natasha was born 28/07/2005 weighing a slightly smaller 7lb1oz. she was born very close to holly-marie and they have grown to be best friends. Im a little bit worried about them being split up when hol goes school full time because Natasha doesnt take to change too easily.
She is the complete opposite to holly-marie in every way, right from the very beginning she was very clingy and whingey. Nothing was ever good enough for her. All she wanted was mummy. Natasha was one of those "lazy" babies. She wasnt prepared to do anything for her self and would then complain because she didnt have what she wanted! when i went back to work last year the girls went into a nursery and natasha changed almost over night and i think the space away from me did her the world of good. she is such a little character and regularly performs for people, but she is also very cheeky and mischevious. There is a little devil in her! her sayings of the month are "i cross you now" and "i not your best friend any more" oh the laughs she gives me!
She still whines a few times a day but not reacting to anything she does soon stops it. her speech isnt quite upto scratch yet but nothing to be concerned about.
My littlest lady is sienna jade born 06/10/08. She is the baby i didnt think id have. After trouble free pregnancies with the eldest two (aside from morning sickness) she really played a lot of games and regularly had us worried. At 6 weeks pregnant i had to leave work and go to the hospital, as i started bleeding. i was scanned, which showed loads of blood sacs around the baby signed off work for a week, put on bed rest and told to go back the following week for another scan, all was fine. The clots had dispersed. At 16 weeks i had really bad cramps, went to hospital told to rest. At 20weeks i had to go back to the hospital, more cramps, these were contractions, given steroid injections, told to rest. At 32 weeks having more contractions told to rest. (can you see a pattern emerging lol) The same happened at 35 and 37 weeks, and after all that she was 2 weeks late and labour came on really quickly and i had her 3 hours after labour started. oh drove me to the hospital, arrived at 10.55 had her at 10.57 weighing 8lb8oz. Now she is 3 months old and a little beauty, she is a perfect mixture of both hol and nat at that age. And im hoping that she is going to be contented like hol as she is already really smiley at everyone and everything (caught her talking to the wall the other day lol) and she only cries if she wants something. Sorry i wrote so much, but i could talk for hours about my babies. They are my world.
You think people are excagerating when they say "make the most of it, they grow so quickly" How true is that statement?!
My son Joshua is 5 he was born on the 4th June 2003 the day before my 18th birthday and is the bestest thing that has ever happened to me.
Joshua was born at 32weeks after he developed fetal hydrops in the womb,josh was born with many problems and hurdles to climb but he has pulled through and hes my miracle.
Joshua has a condition called hydrocephalus (water on the brain) which is controlled by a v.p shunt.
Joshua has delayed development and is reviewed at being the stage of a one year old.I am sick of having my child being labeled as he cant do this, he cant do that,when i know that there are so many things he has learnt to do that i never ever thought i would see.
I was told that it was possible Joshua might have trouble seeing and hearing but after endless test i am relieved to know that they are both OK.
Joshua can make anyone smile,he is so lovable and cheeky.Josh can hum a number of different tunes ranging from dean martin to forest gump theme tune lol.
He has learnt to sit up and can shuffle to places on his bottom.
Josh loves to stack bricks but at the moment can only manage three.
Joshua can feed himself although can be abit messy as he is going through a stage of throwing things.
To communicate josh gives me a kiss if he wants to go to bed and pulls my hand under his arm to be held.
This year josh has made big progress he can walk using a walker at school and will be having one at home when he only needs the support off one adult.
Josh has his wheels people like to stare but there only jealous because of his fancy wheels.
Children tend to be scared of him but thats only because there parents dont educate there children about disabled children and why they might be that way.
Joshua loves everyone and he wont not smile back if you have a different colour skin or if you have no limbs.
Joshua even thinks that its funny when people sneeze he loves the noises sneezing makes.
josh loves playing with his friction cars and his bricks.
Joshua loves it when his daddy watches the football and laughs when players score.
Josh loves to go swimming he loves the hydrotherapy pool.
Joshua loves to watch playhouse disney and especially loves little Einsteins as they play all his favourite classical tunes.
Josh loves his cousins they play with him and make him feel loved,there his best friends.
While many parents cant wait for there children to get married and have kids, I Just cant wait until josh learns to walk that is what many people take for granted.I hope one day josh will get to a stage where he finds love and can live on his own but that may never happen.All i want for him is for him to be happy that's all that matters.
Aww this is sweet, I could ramble on about my babies all day long. I have non identical twin boys Cordell & Jayden who are 1 on the 21st November!
Although they are twins they are so completely different, but they both have my personality. Cordell the oldest (only by 2 minutes but I'm sure Jayden will always be reminded of this) has the soft side of my personality. He is a chunky boy, and i dont mean "fat" you can just see hes going to have a big build and broad shoulders. Bright blonde hair, which is so so spiky even when cut and the biggest blue eyes. He only has 5teeth at the moment but hes forever chewing on his hands so I'm sure more are coming through. Now by the soft side of my personality I mean so far he is extremely patient, very loving with anybody. His eyes can just melt you (well they do me anyway) he likes to show off and know people are watching him and approving which is how I am most of the time.
Whereas Jayden has the "hard" part of my personality. Hes small than Cordell, has darker hair, and dark blue eyes. 7 Teeth so far, and much darker skin. He is also very loving, but only when HE wants to be not when you want him to be. He has no patience and already has the attitude "I'll look at you when I want to" which is exactly what I'm like sometimes. He can be quite vicious especially if his brother trys to take a toy off him he will hit him, which is definitely the nasty part of me. I'm making him sound horrible now but he's far from it. He is a proper Mama's boy to.
They both have amazing little personalities already and I was a bit worried when they were born that they wouldnt have a bond the way Identical twins do but I've been proved wrong. They are so so close it makes me cry sometimes, they play together, they hug and kiss each other and when they go to bed Cordell bounces his cot around the room until its next to Jaydens cot and they share their blankets through the gaps in the cot.
Children really are a true blessing, and the sad thing is their father don't want to know he hasn't bothered for 8months now but I'm doing a brilliant job by myself bringing them both up and will continue to do so until the day I die because they're my angels and I love them!
Hopefully I'll have more to write about them as they get older but at the moment they don't talk too much which is a good thing so far, they say Hiya, Bampa, Nana, Mama, Ta, and Tata (bye bye) and they are now walking to they both took their 1st steps the same day which I thought was totally amazing, and there was me thinking they wouldnt have a close bond. As they grow and continue to learn new things and their personalities grow to I will carry on updating this review so you know how much they're changing everyday.
all about my daughter.
She is the most angelic looking child.Curly blonde hair that is all the way down her back, the brightst blue eyes and the straightest, whitest teeth, and the most beautiful smile.
Thing is though, those innocent little looks that are on the surface of a bright as a button 4 year old,hide the 14 year old inside her that is really trying its damned hardest to make its way to the surface, and im sure there are hudreds of mums of 4 year old girls that are nodding their heads along with me.
She regularly has me and her daddy rolling on the floor laughing, for example, when she tells me she can speak french and then proceeds to put her hands on her hips, wiggle her bottom and say "ooh laa laa". or when is dancing in the living room to Christina Aguilera and copying every action.
being a mum is the best job in the world also the least appreciated, and i wouldnt change it for even a day.i've recently become a mum for the second time, and hope that i can do just as good a job this time, as my daughter is very happy and content, even if she does want to grow up too quickly,so i must be doing something right.
Lets hear it for the mums (and dads) xxxx
ooh how great I can review my son.
I am giving him 5 stars as when he is great he is really good but just lately he has been a little monster.
My son is 5 years old, blonde hair and the biggest blue eyes, because of the way he looks so innocent he manages to twist everybody including his teachers around his little fingers!
He has lots of hobbies, but mainly football and thanks to his dad he has been dragged into supporting coventry city...well someones got to!!
My son does after school clubs, including Fun Fit, Football (coached by west brom - much to his dads annoyance!) and IT. As you can tell he loves fitness, sportacus from Lazy town is his hero and my son goes round telling everyone off for eating butter and unhealthy foods, and tells us we should be drinking water!
I feel very lucky to have my son due to failed pregnancys that I have had before and after him, I would love another child but only time will tell.
Having children is the hardest Job in the world, but I would also say its the most rewarding, when they give you their first smile, give you a cuddle at the end of a hard day or just the occasional 'thanks mum' makes it all worth while.
I love this, I can not believe I can write a review about my children????
I have a Six year old boy and he is adorable..... He has always been a really great kid..... Very well behaved and always really loving. He has lots of friends at school and at the moment he is one of those kids that just seems to be quite good at everything ( not that it will always be that way...well i hope anyway...I want him to face challenges)
He loves school and does many after school activities, such as science club, IT and Animation club, French club and then does street dance and football also, he costs me a small fortune...but its worth it, he never asks for anything else, so i can not moan.
I then have a little girl who is three, she is an absolute Cracker!!! she is as mad as a hatter!!! but we just can not resist her, its her big brown eyes and the way she winds you round her little finger.
She is a typical princess, her brother has always adored her and she bosses him around, and unfortunatly he just does as she says....which i have tried to nip in the bud...but he just does not seem to learn.
She is a perfectionist , for eg. she loves her dolls which she calls her babbies!!! and she has the baby born and the baby annabell merchandise, for her birthday she got a baby annabell wardrobe and everyone of her babbies outfits are hung up on coat hangers, and when she takes anything off she gets her little ironing board out and will not let her babbies wear them until she has ironed them.
When we put her to bed we have to kiss her and then give her a cuddle and then she makes us kiss all of her ten babbies and give each of them a snuggle too...... she definatly rules the roost!!
I love being a mum more than anything in the world and i can remember when pregnant with my daughter i kept thinking how am i going to love another child like i do my son..... but its so strange you love them exactly the same as they are bothh completly different , whenever i talk to mums at the playschool and PTA they always say the same things......YOU NEVER HAVE TWO THE SAME!!!!