Where’s my keys?…

Recently I was sent a Recover-key. If you’re anything like me and always forgetting things or leaving items behind (I like to blame it on baby brain – how long can we use that excuse for?) or likewise if you let your baby play with your keys so you can shop in peace and then get to your car and realise the baby isn’t holding your keys anymore, what do you do? Obviously retracing your steps and going back into the shops you’ve just been in would be a start but with recover key…if someone finds the keys before you even realise they’re missing – everyone’s a winner! 

Recover-key is a bright yellow keyring (so it’s easier to spot) with a 24/7 telephone number,email address & It has a four digit ID number unique to you. So when ‘Mr Smith’ finds your keys he can call the telephone number & hopefully reunite you with them. 

After speaking to Mr Smith, recover key would call you and act as a middle man – arranging a suitable and safe place that you and Mr Smith could meet up to get your keys back or to tell you where Mr Smith has left them for you (in a bar or a shop). 

In theory recovery key is a great idea, but this is only if everyone plays their part – like calling the phone number as soon as they find them etc… I think when recover key is more well known people would be more likely to do this.

The company only holds your house address until it has sent out your keyring. After that it deletes it for data protection and it only stores your phone number and email address so it can contact you when your keys have been found. 

Thankfully I have not lost my keys since recieving my key ring but I do now have a bit more peace of mind that they would be returned to me than I did before. 

Recover key is great because you only pay a one off fee & there’s no subscription needed or any hidden costs…if you’re quick I think they currently have a half price deal on their website;

http://www.recover-key.co.uk/ 

So go and check it out asap! 

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What’s your emergency?…

Recently I’ve been teaching my six year old about what to do in an emergency. You hear these stories about the wonderful and brave children that have saved a parents, siblings or a friends life and although I hope she’s never in a situation where she has to do that – I want her to have an understanding of what to do if she is.

Firstly, I started off with 999 and told her if there was a fire, a burglar, someone was choking or hurt to call that number. She asked ‘How will I know who I need out of an ambulance, fire engine or a police officer?’ I said that someone would answer the phone and if you were unsure who you needed to just tell the operator what’s happened and they will send out whoever they think is most appropriate to deal with the situation you describe to them.

As many of us do, I have a password lock on my mobile phone and if I was unable or incapable of making the call she would have to do it. She knows my password but in a stressful situation she might forget it so I showed her how you can still make an emergency call on a locked I-phone.

Incase you were unaware, when you swipe to unlock your phone two options come up at the bottom corners, cancel or emergency. I told her to press on emergency and then (in an emergency) call 999. You can also set up your ‘Medical ID’ so if something had happened to you, a doctor or nurse etc would be able to contact whoever you had put as your emergency contact numbers and tell them where you were and if you were okay. You can also put down if you take any medications or are allergic to anything so they don’t give you any medication that could potentially do more harm than good.

I don’t know if six is too young to teach her this, I think you can gage for yourself whether you think your child is mature enough to know what you’re telling them and only use it in a life or death situation or whether they’ll start calling 999 every time you refuse to buy them a kinder egg while out shopping! But, in all seriousness I was trying to equip her with some potentially life saving knowledge as I know she can handle it.

I read recently that St John Ambulance are trying to get first aid taught to school children and I definitely think that should happen. You never know what’s around the corner and I think we should all be a bit more clued up on how to help people in any medical or emergency situation…You never know – it could just be your life they help save! x

It ain’t what you do it’s the way that you do it…

Okay, I’m just putting it out there. I envy those women who can give birth & be home for dinner all on the same day. I’ve always dreamed of having my little bundle, being checked over, maybe staying for a night at most then being discharged but that’s never been the case for me. 

My first baby was almost two weeks late, I was due to be induced the following day when she decided she’d had enough of waiting. It was a long, long labour and even though it was my first time I knew something wasn’t quite right. When she did finally enter the world at 9.58pm on the 18th July 2011 she was 10lbs 4oz, had swallowed meconium she had done inside me (the first baby poo) and was very poorly because of it. She was whisked away and placed on a ventilator with tubes here there and everywhere, X-rayed, prodded and it was awful. I hadn’t felt listened too before the birth but I couldn’t fault the care she received after arriving. Yes she was a natural delivery. I know…ouch! She was kept in neo natal for a week, I was on the ward where all the mums and new babies go. Except I didn’t have mine next to me like everyone else. I saw mums come and go. I was kept awake but not by my baby. I had lovely visitors but I always felt that they left disappointed as they could only see me not the baby. But thankfully my gorgeous girl was fine and is now a wonderfully inquisitive six year old. 

 

Fast forward five and a half years after her birth my second child was due. Because of the size of my firstborn I was having regular scans with my little man. I say little but all the way through he was measuring big. In all the scans he had been head down and raring to go, I thought this could be it the ‘perfect birth’ I’d dreamed of, water birth, whale music, home in time for eastenders – the whole shebang! Until the last scan when he decided he’d actually like to enter the world bum first. I was so upset, I tried to have him turned twice but the boy was not for turning and I had to face the reality that one of my biggest birthing fears was imminent – the C section! I was booked in for the 21st March and terrified. The day before C-day I’d done the school run, been to the hospital for blood tests, done some chores at home and for once managed to eat some lunch (I had such horrendous heartburn this pregnancy) when I got up and felt a pop. My waters had broken. I was not prepared, he wasn’t meant to be coming until the following day, I had to get my daughter from school shortly and more importantly I hadn’t shaved my legs in preparation for the arrival haha! Anyway he was ready so after a mad dash to the hospital I was gowned up, drugged up and cut up. My beautiful boy was here 4 days before his due date and weighing in at an impressive 11lbs 7oz. Anyone that says c-section is the easy option I can assure you it’s not. I’d rather give birth naturally any day – even to my ginormous offspring. Another week in hospital seeing people come and go but at least this time he was with me on the ward and he was healthy.


In summary it doesn’t matter how they get here so long as they’re okay and you’re okay. Every woman is different and every baby is different so it’s obvious that every birth is going to be different. It ain’t what you do it’s the way that you do it…and that’s what gets results 🎼🎤 You’ve got this ladies! X 

Anxiety about my children’s safety…

I’ve not told anyone. I don’t quite fully understand it myself yet – but for the last few months I’ve been suffering with anxiety and panic attacks.I keep having feelings that something awful will happen to my children, like someone taking them, hurting them or hurting me when I’m with them on my own and I won’t be able to protect them. I’m not sure whether it’s because I have two of them now so I can’t give both my 100% attention at the exact same time? If you have eyes on one you’re not watching the other one and visa versa. It’s really annoying me, I know I’m being irrational but I don’t know what to do?! I’m fine with them on the school run but if we go shopping or (heavens forbid) the park I start to panic and get all flushed. Some days I’m absolutely fine & I’m okay if another adult is with us (my partner or my mum etc) but some days I can’t sleep properly and can’t get those thoughts out of my head no matter how hard I try. 

It seems to get worse at certain times of the month, I looked it up and it’s actually a thing. PMS anxiety. Apparently we get a rapid increase in the hormone Cortisol when our periods are due, which is linked to anxiety. There are the usual tips online about keeping a stable, healthy diet, taking relaxing time for yourself and doing excercise to help but to be honest – I like eating cake, it’s raining outside (any excuse not to excercise) and who has time to relax with two young kids?! I know – I’m not helping myself. 

I just feel like I want to wrap the children up safe, make indoors like Fort Knox and maybe get them gps micro chipped?! (I don’t think that’s a thing…but it should be!) 

Has anyone else experienced this sort of anxiety and if so what did you do about it? You probably dealt with it in a much more adult way then me *gathers children and goes to play in the den under the dinner table until further notice* 

I’m hoping these feelings will pass as quickly as they came but I’m not holding out much hope. X 

Mamia Mia…

My little man is 7 months now – I know, I can’t actually believe it, time flys by & I just wanted to write a post on something we have been using since day one, The Mamia products from Aldi. I have to admit when I had my first child – I was a bit of a pampers snob, nothing else would do but when I had Rocco someone brought us a pack of Mamia nappies so I thought we may aswell give them a go & we’ve not looked back. They hold a lot of liquid and I don’t need to worry for instance on a slightly longer car journey that he may have leaked out of it, they have been fab! We’ve since got the nappy bags and baby wipes which I love, I use them on everything; the baby, the car, my face – you get the gist lol! What I particularly love about the wipes is that the packet dispenses one at a time so when you’re up to your elbows in a poosplosion you don’t need to worry about picking them apart like other brands that all stick together and make the unpleasant task even harder to complete. They are so reasonable aswell – he’s on size 4 nappies now and I think we got a box of about 84 nappies for around £5 which is fantastic. So I just wanted to say if like me you’re a bit of a nappy snob – don’t be! x 

A lot has changed…

So I’ve come to the realisation that I haven’t been a great blogger recently (or ever haha!) but I am determined to change that. Since I last checked in – I’ve had another baby.

Rocco is now a bouncing beautiful 3 month old and my oldest child Lulu will be SIX in 14 days. I am so lucky to have one of each, they are wonderful and I feel so blessed to be their mummy. He’s already sleeping through the night but is now getting teeth so all that might change soon *Yawn* He’s also already growing out of 3 – 6 month clothing, but he was 11lbs 7oz born – so what do you expect?!

 

Life works in mysterious ways…

So picture this – it was three weeks ago in Menorca, I had shockingly poor wifi connection – I know…scandalous right? I mean it’s 2015 after all 😉 I had to stay stuck to one particular point otherwise I’d be disconnected from the world but I had a 4 year old who didn’t care about the latest Facebook gossip that mummy wanted to catch up on – when I received a whatsapp message from my best friend. 

We managed to get a few lines of conversation in when she said ‘I’ve got something to tell you.’ I knew what she was going to say before she even said it…she was pregnant! I was ecstatic for her and so excited at the prospect of having a new born to hold in the not to distant future (if you haven’t worked it out by now…I’m baby mad lol). Now this next part…I thought were only made up stories in the back of ‘take a break’ magazine and never actually happened to real life people but apparently they do…I asked how far along are you expecting like 8 weeks or something like that. No…no she was 6 and a half months gone already! She’d only found out two days before she told me 😮 ‘oh and by the way…it’s a girl!’ Now you don’t know my friend but she is the most organised person I know. If she’s going on holiday in three months…her bag would already be packed (yep…she is a bit crazy but she’s friends with me, what do you expect?) So this bombshell totally knocked her for six! By the time I got back from holiday a week later and met up for a catch up she’d already planned the nursery, got the pram, brought some clothes and named the baby! The most I’d accomplished that week was a tan lol! 

So as I sit here staring out the window at the torrential downpour wondering why I’ve never been married, why I still haven’t met Mr Right or why I don’t have a ‘conventional’ idealistic life…it just goes to show that you can make as many plans as you want but in the end whatever will be, will be and your whole world can change in the blink of an eye. If things aren’t how you want them to be at the moment, that’s not to say they won’t be so don’t worry…life works in mysterious ways. x