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It’s Official – You’re Dexter Thomas Mills!!!

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The Runner-up

Jake Thomas Mills (Daddy’s favourite)

Other Shortlisted Names

Max, Dylan, Aaron, Jake, Zach, Thomas (as your first name), Jasper, Ryan, Oscar, Oliver, Howie, Felix, and Theo

It was a tough decision that took us 3 weeks to decide. We trialled both Jake and Dexter for several days and asked so many people. Mummy and daddy were so worried about getting it wrong! In the end we decided on Dexter as it’s more original; several of mummy’s mates have plumped for Jake and we wanted you to have your very own name at school. Hope you like it.

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Week 1 Highlights – From hospital to home to Tesco’s…

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Day One was spent in the hospital with mummy and daddy. We were on a recovery ward at the Royal Berkshire Hospital (The Marsh Ward) where there were lots of other mums who had been through cesarean deliveries. We had a spot right by the window overlooking a school on Craven Road. The visiting hours on the ward were 9am-1pm (for Daddy only) and 3pm-9pm (Daddy + everyone else) so the first few moments were spent snuggling with us. Shortly afterwards we began ‘attempting’ to breastfeed you – and what a mission this was!

At 3pm your uncle Dan came round to see you. He was later followed by granddad Dean, then nanny Lynne and aunty Louise. They all posed for photos and had lots of cuddles with you. All too soon was mummy was left alone with you for what was to be a very uncomfortable night in the hospital. Mummy couldn’t sleep as she was concerned you were hungry so stayed up chatting to you, changing a ton of dirty nappies, and trying to encourage you to feed. You cried lots and wanted to be held the entire night. Mummy was in considerable discomfort due to the stitches in her tummy so it was a very long night for the both of us.

Chilling at the hospital

Chilling at the hospital

By Day Two mummy had decided she wanted to be at home with you and daddy. She set about trying to convince the nurses she was okay to be discharged. As you’ll soon find out, when mummy wants something she’s very sneaky and very persistent. She made a point of taking a long shower on her own to show her mobility was good, joked to every midwife who came within 2 feet of her, and went for lots of walks in the hospital grounds.

By early afternoon we were the talk of the ward. The other mums were amazed at how many times I got out of bed, the nurses were whispering about how well mummy was coping, and mummy and daddy had already began making preparations to get you ready for the journey home. The midwife’s tried their best to convince me to stay, but by 9pm we had convinced them to let us go.

By 10.30pm we were home. Daddy had work the next day so went straight to bed, mummy spent the night cuddling you, feeding you and chatting to you – you were fairly disoriented so there was lots of crying. Billy the cat spent a few hours eyeing you up from his vantage point on the fridge / freezer. Occasionally he wandered over for a closer look but he soon gave up when mummy told him off.

Day Three was a quiet time with mummy and daddy and close family – you had your first ever bath and we began to settle into a routine. Mummy and daddy spent the entire day staring at you and talking about how beautiful you were. We started talking about names… we liked 2 of these; Dexter and Jake. As we simply couldn’t decide between them, we decided to trial Dex for 2 days, then Jake to see what stuck. We also asked our friends if they had any newspapers from the day of your birth to pop in a memory box for you.

In the early afternoon daddy’s family popped around to see you (and nanny Jayne for a short while). Aunty Sam had lots of clothes left over from when she was expecting Bella. As your cousin Bella was such a big baby she couldn’t fit into many of the clothes Sam had bought – this meant lots of freebies for you!

Day Four was an emotional day. Mummy and Daddy took you out for your first ever outing! Don’t get excited – we only went to Tesco’s but it was a big deal as it allowed us to test your new pram and show you a little more of the world. You looked so perfect in your little pushchair and absolutely tiny – lots of people stopped to stare at you and remarked how ‘cute’ you were. You didn’t wake up for the entire outing so didn’t see much… mummy plans on taking you out for lots of walks soon so hopefully next time will be more fun.

In your car seat ready for your first day trip

In your car seat ready for your first day trip

Mummy’s friend Paul popped over on Day 5 to give you some presents and have a hold. The midwife also popped round to give you a heel prick test and take off the dressings from mummy’s tummy. More visits on Day 6 as mummy’s friend from school Rachel (and her cute daughter Brooke) came over to see you. They bought you a gorgeous little pair of booties that should fit your tiny feet a few months from now. Nanny Lynne also popped round again with some little vest tops for you.

That brings us neatly to today. You’ll be surprised to learn we’re no further with picking your name and you’re no further forward in settling down at night. Mummy has had just a few hours sleep since you’ve come into her life but she still loves you (and daddy) more than anything or anyone else on the planet and is looking forward to spending her life trying to make you both happy,

A mini round-up!

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I’ve really neglected this blog over the last few days so I’m feeling a little guilty. In fact, it’s been so long since I last posted, I’ve had to keep a list or I’d forget what to talk about. The truth is, I’ve been hugely busy at work, I’ve been feeling incredibly rough, and I’m more than a little stressed! It’s hard job being a mummy-to-be, full-time at work, and trying to be the model blogger!

Let’s start with where we left off – the scan…

Pride of place - our first photo of baby!

Pride of place – our first photo of baby!

This was of course, the best day ever! We had a trainee sonographer (Doreen) who was a sweet girl of around of around 18 (?). As she was trying to complete her training and impress the lead nurse, she spent considerably more time inspecting the contents of my ever-expanding belly than most. It felt like we were in there for around 30 minutes which was fantastic as we had more time to get-to-know baby. I was a tiny bit overwhelmed and had a mini cry, but Craig was much more together.

Baby wouldn’t stay still and was bouncing around and stretching. It was really interesting to see all the things I’ve described in ‘development posts’ live on the screen before us. We were able to see all five fingers and toes which was truly amazing for something so tiny. I remember saying aloud how I thought it looked like a boy, and Doreen seemed to confirm this by referring to ‘him’ and ‘he’ throughout the scan. I have no idea if she was able to confirm my thinking so early, but she definitely didn’t contradict me. Oh and the due date hasn’t changed – baby appeared to be 12 weeks and 4 days (6.2cm) so this means we’re looking at the 30th May / early June – just in time for summer xxx

We booked scan no 2# for the 11th January (20 weeks). At this time we should be able to find out whether we’re having a boy or a girl (if baby decides to give us a sneaky peek!). We’ve had conflicting advice from friends and family on whether to keep this as a surprise or not, but I’m leaning towards finding out. As I already know in my heart, it’s a ‘blue one’ -this will just confirm what I already know so we can buy suitable things. Let’s just call it women’s intuition.

Following the scan I had the photos blown up to 8″ x 6″ for friends and family. Having then spent a further £40 on frames in Debenhams, you can imagine how disappointed I was to get home and find out I’d lost the copies (don’t worry the originals are safe). I was absolutely gutted and cried for a few hours Sunday night 😦

Speaking of dates…

I’ve already mentioned January 11th but it’s also worth plugging in 13th December (our 16 week midwife appointment). I’m dead excited about this as Louise has tipped me off that we should get to hear baby’s heartbeat.

Choosing  a name!

Guess what name we won't be choosing!?

Guess what name we won’t be choosing!?

After weeks of searching, I also found a baby name book whilst browsing in town on Monday with Paul. As I knew it would take me less than day to pick out the gems from the utter rubbish – I was holding out for a charity shop to come out good for me, and Cancer Research didn’t let me down. Interestingly Craig and I seem to be picking really traditional names. This is really strange as I’ve been keeping a list since I was at university with names I have fallen in love with; a real assortment of Welsh, Latin and obscure names from TV programmes. Among them were Beba, Sian, Daisy , Eva, Penny… the list was endless. Since I’ve been pregnant, my choices have changed completely. Instead, Craig and I want something noticeably English with a few syllables to complement the shortness of ‘Mills’. I also originally had my heart set on something that couldn’t be shortened, but again, I’ve changed my mind. I now seem to prefer names that offer up plenty of choices e.g. Isabella: Ellie, Izzy, Isa, Belle, Bella etc.

I don’t want to give anything more away now as it’ll ruin the surprise but needless to say we won’t be picking the one in the picture above!

As for me!

I’m shattered, I’m losing my concentration at work, and I’m hungry all the time. Yesterday was particularly bad one as I ate 2 Burger King burgers, and two sausage rolls from Greggs. As it’s all saturated fat, this is really stupid and I literally cried when I got home. I’m getting ridiculously fat and it’s embarrassing. I don’t want to deny myself food as baby  needs to eat and my body is using up lots of energy reserves to power us both. However, I will be buying fruit every morning from now on as it’s depressing to think that I’m throwing bad food at such a tiny constitution. I get so many things wrong as a mummy-to-be and this shouldn’t be one of them. It’s just as easy to nip into M&S and buy some strawberries, as it is to queue up in Burger King.

I’ve also been feeling really insecure and paranoid. Things that should take 30 seconds, now take 30 minutes, and I worry that I’m slowing down too much at work. I also find post-it notes on my desk (that I’ve written  5 minutes earlier) and wonder how they got there! They say this is pregnancy brain but its way too early for that! I’m hoping its tiredness and it’ll pass but it’s worrying me nonetheless. I’m going to monitor this over the next week and try not to be so hard on myself. I just really hope it’s a blip and things will get back to normal.

Of course, this could just be tiredness. I’ve definitely been more short-tempered and irritable with Craig! I know he’s really trying so 90% of the time I feel like a total bitch, but my emotions are all over the place and stupidly difficult for him (and me) to track. We’ll argue over the silliest things so this has got to change. Baby needs a united front at the moment so everything else should take a back seat whilst we iron out these wrinkles.

That’s it from me! This has been a long post and I’m shattered.