Will is a waterbaby! We went for our first swim today and had a lovely time. Will looked like something out of Victorian England in a stripy suit to help me grip him after I’d slathered his skin in vaseline. But that was NOTHING compared to the horror that was me in one of last year’s M&S bikinins (it was all I had). My poor figure – come back, all is forgiven.
Will wasn’t sure about the pool at first, but soon got the hang of it and even went under the water for a few seconds. I really enjoyed doing it too and am sure that we’re going to have a great time over the next couple of months. I can really see how it can help to build little babies’ confidence in the water.
Most amusing was watching us all afterwards. Whereas pre-baby we would have spent ages faffing with showers, a variety of body unguents and hairdryers, the scene in the changing rooms was of silent, fierce concentration as we knelt on the tiles frantically de-robing/nappying/showering/drying/moisturising/wiping/re-robing/nappying etc our squawking offspring. Finally, we surfaced, decided we couldn’t be arsed to shower and went home looking like we’d been run over by a variety of buses backwards, lugging the babies in their car seats across the car park while they cooed happily away in their warm, dry cocoons and looked forward to lunch and a nap.
Today I have also crossed a serious milestone, because today was my last breastfeeding day. A decision not taken lightly, but after another week where Will has only put on 1 oz, he’s clearly not getting what he needs from me. I’m not going to bother with doing a half/half approach, it’s too much hassle and hasn’t worked over the last week. So from now on it’s formula all the way and let’s hope we finally see some improvement. In the meantime we’re also going to see the doctor on Friday, just to check that it is the food, and nothing else that’s causing Will’s weight to stay so static. It’s a worry, but I’m hoping that we’ve made the right decision and that on Friday Will will have finally put on a decent amount and we can relax at last.
William's First Year 