Breastfeeding & Going Back to Work: My Top Tips

In many ways motherhood has been kicking my ass. Sleep deprivation and, well, sleep deprivation and fear, have pushed me past limits I didn’t even know I had. But then, an important lesson is that you do manage, like most parents, and your life is richer for it. 

One department where I have impressed myself by exceeding my own expectations, has been to continue to breastfeed after going back to work. Like most things to do with breastfeeding (or parenthood), I simply  had no idea what I was in for. I thought I would perhaps continue for another month or so, but instead I am still breastfeeding (he is now 13 months old) and have only stopped expressing at the office right before going on my Christmas holidays. Yes, his autoimmune disease influenced my decision, but honestly, I feel like I probably would have continued either way. Breastfeeding worked for us, and thanks to my wonderful employer, expressing at the office also worked after much trial and error on my part. 

If you are pregnant or still on maternity leave and wondering how to combine your (full time) job with breastfeeding your child - here are my top tips. This list is by no means exhaustive (believe me, I could go on about this for literally hours), and also not prescriptive. It is based on my personal experiences and just intended to be helpful, as I wish I had found a list like this a bit earlier on. 

Please do drop any comments, your own experiences, or questions below! Would love to hear your thoughts.

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If five weren’t such a nice number, I would have added a number six: make sure you take some time to connect to your baby when you get home from work. Having a cuddle and a quick feed whenever I came home in the evening really helped us to reconnect after a day apart, and helped keep the habit of breastfeeding when I am around alive. 

Good luck! You can do this!

Launched: Limited Edition Nursery Prints!

They're here, they're here! My limited edition prints.  
Well, they've been here for a while, but you know... baby. 

I went with DStudio here in the UK, after my friend and artist Sabra recommended them, and they turned out really lovely. They're signed and numbered giclée prints on thick, nicely textured, Hahnemühle William Turner 310gsm. 

There's five different prints, only ten prints each and would make a lovely gift for parents-to-be, parents, grandparents, or just to decorate kid's rooms. 

A YouTube Channel!

So I've started a YouTube channel! 

I've been meaning to do this for a while, mainly to showcase flipthroughs of my journals, but should I ever find the time I would also love to use it for tutorials and art supply reviews. Really it's all an elaborate scheme to convince myself that the obscene amount of money I spend on art supplies and stationery is totally worth it, but hopefully you'd get something out of it as well.

So, do check out the first seven videos of me flipping through my illustrated journals over here if you should feel so inclined and please let me know what kinds of video's you'd like to see on my channel. I'd love to grow this into a 'thing'!

Journal Pages: Pumping on the Plane

I don't suffer from low self esteem. However, if you ask me what I am most proud of I would struggle to give you an answer. My thinking has mostly been that you get talent for free, giving it your best is just a minimal requirement, and there is usually a good bit of luck involved in whether you achieve the things you want or not. 

But recently I have found myself wanting to brag. The fact is, Jacob is nearly 11 months old and still breastfed (apart from solids now, of course). Before he was born, I had set myself six months as a goal. When we discovered his neutropenia, I decided to continue to make sure his immune system got all the help it could get. I am proud of sticking it out like this, because as some of you may know, breastfeeding isn't easy. It hurts for the first two months or so, it is exhausting as you're doing all the feeds one way or another, especially during those first few months where all your baby wants to do is clusterfeed (yes this is an actual thing, google it), and it's this weird experience where your boobs and body just aren't yours. It can also be awkward and political. It shouldn't be, but even when you know sitting in a café breastfeeding your infant son is the most natural thing in the world (and secretly wish someone would come up to you to complain so you can yell at them), you're still pretty much out in public with your tits out as your baby is just not focusing. 

Breastfeeding, of course, is also magical and amazing. It is one of the most empowering of experiences to be able to feed your baby with your own body. It is fantastic for your baby and their developing immune system - not just for the first six months, but for the first few years of their lives (read all about that here). It is super convenient once things start to settle down; you never have to mess around with formula or heating bottles on the go. It is a multipurpose soother - many of Jacob's issues were solved by just shoving my boob in his face. And it's so so cosy. Those quiet moments where Jacob and I are just snuggled up together are some of the most precious times in my life. Breastfeeding truly is a miracle and I am so grateful that I am able to this. But it isn't easy.  

Working and trying to continue to fully breastfeed definitely isn't easy, but after a few months I do feel I've gotten the hang of it, tedious as it can get. Last month's challenge was a different ballgame, however. I went on a business trip to New York. Apart from having to miss my daily baby snuggles (and the irrational mommy guilt in the back of my mind saying I probably am emotionally scarring my child for life by going away for four days), this took quite a bit of preparation. I had to make sure I had pumped enough breast milk to last him the week (40 bags of 100 milliliter of milk equals 40 days of one extra pumping session a day). All week long, I had to set my alarm clock at night. and sneak out of meetings during the day to pump and keep up with my feeding schedule at home. Oh and then there was pumping on the plane! Is there some kind of Mile High Club for expressing moms? There should be. 

But I did it. And it was fine. 

Below are my journal entries from that week, including some instructions on how to pump on a plane. Enjoy.

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Launched: Customizable Baby Announcements

Some of you may have caught a glimpse of this in my Etsy shop, but I quietly launched a new line of customizable baby announcements. 

Unlike most of the commissioned work I do, which is fully personalized (and therefore pricey), these baby announcements are pre-designed (and cheaper). The illustrations and design stays the same, and all you need to do is buy the listing from me, send me your baby's name and birth details, and I'll hand letter the cards for you. You'll receive your downloadable PDF, ready for print, within 48 hours. 

What do you think? Is this something you would be interested in? What about customizable posters and prints like this for baby's rooms? Any animals you're missing? Would love to hear your feedback!

If you're interested in buying a customizable baby announcement, please visit my Etsy shop!

Commissions: Farmyard Wedding Season

I am not sure about you, but in my world the months between June and September are Wedding Central over here. Which means I've been busy and did a few commissions for wedding invites! Because life has been a bit overwhelming lately (as you've been able to read all about in my last two journal updates on this blog), I've taken very few external commissions, so these are all for friends and family. 


Hester & Rutger: Natural Minimalist

The first set of invites were for my very own brother and (now) sister in law! Now, this wasn't an easy commission. I did their engagement party invite a while ago, but they wanted something quite different this time around. The bride, who is a photographer and quite creative herself, actually had a very clear idea of what she wanted and had sketched it all out, but I just couldn't make it work. The style wasn't a fit for mine and it just looked awkward. Fortunately, they had a quite elaborate Pinterest board set up, which I then translated into this minimalist nature-inspired card. It was a perfect fit for their gorgeous and relaxed Dutch farm wedding (pictures on their photographer's blog here). I also did a few extra bits for them: a separate invite for dinner, and empty notecards for personal messages to each one of the guests. 


Hannah & Ed: A Countryside Wedding

The second invite I worked on was for my dear friends Hannah & Ed. I met Hannah a few years ago at work and we've been fast friends ever since. She's a one of a kind, and one of the kindest people I know. She also is Mrs. British Countryside herself, who has acted as my guide to British culture and countryside over these past few years. Her wedding took place in their gorgeous local village church, followed by a feast in a tent set up in the field by the dairy farm they live on. The entire tent was decorated with vintage farmyard equipment (her husband is a mechanic), hay bales, and hops. Hops are local to the area and also featured heavily in the designs I did for them. 

I did a few extra bits for them as well, including the Order of Service booklets, and custom wine labels! I managed to bring a few bottles home (for the portfolio, of course), and let me just say I am definitely open for more commissions like these. Wine label designer, could that be a full time job?


Dirk & Sabine: A WACOM TABLET WITH FEELINGS

This final commission I almost feel bad for including here, as I don't feel like I properly designed this one. The bride and groom (my brother and sister in law) had this design all sketched out and just needed someone to turn this into reality, which I did. The only credit I will take is picking out the font, which is different from what they originally picked. Still, they were happy with the designs and ultimately that is why I love designing wedding invites: you get to be a special part of people's celebrations. 

Hope you enjoyed that update! 
If you're interested in commissioning a wedding invite or save the date, please do send me a message or check out my Etsy shop

Review: Paperless Post
NB: This post was sponsored by Paperless Post. Thanks, guys!

You guys know I love my stationery and I love sending people cards - for birthdays, new homes, births, or just to let them know I'm thinking about them. Often, however, my cards or letters never make it to their intended recipient. Why? Because I'm too busy (lazy) to go to the post office. So when Paperless Post, a website and app for online invites and stationery, approached me to try their services, I was intrigued. Here's my review!

The Designs

The first thing that stood out to me are the designs. There are designer collections, created by well known designers like Kate Spade (very fun), Emily McDowell, or my favorite Rifle Paper Co, but also a bunch of designers and illustrators that I had never heard of but really loved (Little Cube, for example).

You're able to fully customize the cards any way you like - from the color of the background, the lining, lettering, and 'stamp and postmark'. I really enjoyed playing around with this part, so much so, that in one case I actually forgot to edit the template copy and sent my beloved husband a note ending in 'XOXO Cliff'.

One more note on the designs - even though the cards are digital, they have a 'real' look to them, which makes them feel more special than other e-cards. 

Events and Tracking

One thing I haven't yet had a chance to try is using Paperless Post as an event planning service. When I was pregnant, however, a dear friend organized a baby shower for me, and she used Paperless Post to invite the guests and get people to RSVP. It was a perfect option as it definitely would have been over the top for her to design and send out paper invites, and the rsvp functionality made it really easy for us to see who had and hadn't opened their invite, and who was and wasn't coming. 

I can imagine not everyone would be interested in using an online service to send out their wedding invites, but I was very charmed by their 'wedding weekend stationery', which allows people to design everything from welcome letters, to menus, and programs. Smart move, because getting everything printed can be a hassle (especially when you leave it last minute). And although I haven't tried this, apparently you can also order some of the cards and stationery to be printed and (rush-) shipped to your home. 

The Verdict

As a wedding and baby shower card designer, I obviously don't feel like it can fully replace the look and feel of stationery 100% customized to your wishes (printed on deliciously heavy paper with a sandy texture, yummm), but I all in all, I liked Paperless Post a lot more than I thought I would. It's a great and charming option if you want to send someone a quick note, congratulations, or organize a get together and keep track of your guests. The cards are beautiful and the interface is easy and fun to use for both sender and recipient. It feels really special, and I definitely will be using Paperless Post more often going forward - especially when organizing a brunch, baby shower, or other event (Jacob's first birthday party? Eek!).

Have you tried Paperless Post yet? What were your thoughts?

Journal Pages: Drama Mama Part Two

Boo! Yes, I'm still here. 
You probably thought I was too busy partying and enjoying summer to draw or blog much. And you would be right if by 'partying' you mean 'sitting in a corner crying' and by 'enjoying summer' you mean 'living through this sh*t show of the summer'. 

It has taken me a while to get back to blogging and uploading my scans because a) I don't want to complain too much when there's so much trouble in the world today that's way (waaaaay) worse than what we've gone through, but also b) writing it down just brings it all right back, and I fear I've got a slight case of PTSD. 

I managed to keep a journal through some of it, though, which you'll find below. Enjoy and do let me know what you did this summer in the comments. For larger versions, please check out my Flickr account (I'm old school like that).

Journal Pages: Drama Mama

You guys, it's been a lot. These last two and a half months have been 'interesting', even though it started out just fine. I was so nervous for the Big Day - first day of nursery for Jacob, but of course he was a total rockstar. I was a little anxious to start my working life again, but of course it was great fun. And then?

Then Jacob's ear trouble returned. Fortunately, the end was in sight with a planned surgery for the end of May at one of the best children's hospitals in the world. Or so we thought. On the day itself the operation was cancelled as it turned out we had something else to worry about besides the cyst in his ear: low white blood cells, or 'neutropenia' as it is called. Invisible, and therefore, like most things invisible, to me a lot scarier. The update here is that while it's still scary, it does seem like Jacob will be fine. We're awaiting more test results, but in the mean time, anytime our little man has a fever, we need to rush back to the hospital as the low white blood cell count means he can't fight off infections at all and even a little bacterial infection can turn nasty or worse. Not the best, but never in my life have I been more grateful for free health care and above all for the kind, hard working, knowledgable nurses and doctors the NHS employs. They are all saints in my book. As is my mom, who flew out to support me (and cuddle little J) during our last stint at the hospital.

Then at work a series of changes took place that took me by surprise. Things still are very much in flux even now, and although I'm sure things will turn out ok one way or another, like a lot of change, it has been uncomfortable. 

Oh and did I mention it seems like London can't seem to catch a break either? 

The good news is that the doctors have cleared our ever cheerful little man for travel and so next week, we will be off to Holland for a week to celebrate my brother getting married, as well as Jochem's brother getting married (not to each other, but to two other people we very much like). Better things to come, I am sure. And hopefully the next time the universe is trying to send me a message it'll just WhatsApp me. Seriously, what's with the drama?

Journal Pages: The 'Eardeal'

It's been an intense couple of weeks, my friends. Let me tell you. First Mr. Floor went back to work, putting an end to the complimentary breakfast service I've been enjoying since Jacob was born, and effectively making me primary caregiver. Things went well that first week - sure, no more breakfast, or showers, or you know, anything, but Jacob and I enjoyed ourselves. He's generally an easy baby - smiley, social, not completely adverse to naps. But then the second week came around and all that changed - he was fussy, cried suddenly and louder than I'd heard him do before, needed constant attention, resisted naps. "Teething," said the health visitor. "A cold," said our GP when we rang him. "Just give him some paracetamol to bring the fever down". I canceled my birthday plans and we spent a quiet weekend at home, but on Monday he still wasn't well, and what's worse, I discovered a lump in his ear canal. 

The GP sent us to the children's emergency room and there we were sent 'upstairs' to the children's ward, where he was admitted. Blood was taken, and white blood cell count was low. They were not sure what the lump was. His lymph nodes seemed swollen too. The fever hadn't come down yet. Putting in an IV on a chubby little baby was a nightmare.  By the time Jacob was hooked up to his IV of antibiotics and we had settled into our hospital beds it was 4 am. I cried the remainder of the night.

We spent about a week on the children's ward of our local hospital, where Jacob got worse at first where he wouldn't even nurse on his painful side, but eventually his fever came down as did the swelling around his ear. The lump in his ear canal got bigger, though, and after days and days of sitting around and waiting for 'a bed to open up', we were finally transferred to a specialized children's hospital. There, the doctor took one look at his ear, told us it wasn't anything scary, cut open the lump (which turned out to be some kind of boil that had gotten very infected), and sent us home within the hour. 

That was two weeks ago and Jacob is doing very well. I feel like I've only now calmed down a bit (although to be honest, if I weren't breastfeeding, I probably still could have used a shot of something or other). Yesterday Mr. Floor suggested the whole ordeal might have been more traumatic for me than it was for Jacob. I don't know if that is true, but your mind does go scary places when your baby is sick, you haven't slept in days (or weeks) and there aren't a lot of comforting answers right away. 

Below you'll find some journal pages made during and after our 'eardeal' (ugh, I am sorry), enjoy.

Journal Pages: Mommy Gut

Jacob is three months (and eight days) old. It's been almost a year since I became pregnant with him, although I didn't know it yet. I didn't know how lucky we'd be - and although I suspected it, I had no idea how incredible the human body is - how incredible my body is. I am not sure when (if at all) I'll get over the fact that we made this perfect little boy who has become the center of everything. I have never been more grateful for my healthy body that somehow knew how to pull this off. 

I've not always had this good a relationship with my body. In high school and college (and to be fair, for a long while after) I was mostly at war with my body. Women's bodies become so very visible after puberty and I did not feel mine was good enough. I did not feel good enough. At that time, the only way I knew how to ease that discomfort was by trying to whip the outside, the visible part, of myself into a less offensive shape. It did not work, of course, but that took me a long time to figure out (and an even longer time to unpack and heal the why, but that's another blog post entirely).
 

Bumps Are 'Out There'

When I became pregnant, a (very naive) part of me had expected I'd temporarily be 'free' from some of the pressures that come with having a female body. A break. I quickly learned that this was an illusion, not only because the pressure to conform to societal norms is partly internal and therefore hard to escape, but also because you are never more visible than when you are pregnant. Your body, as soon as it becomes known and visibly clear that you are with child, almost becomes public property. Everything you eat, drink, and (not) do, is magnified and may be commented upon. Discussing the way you look is to be expected. In some cases (although I didn't experience this myself very much), apparently even touching a pregnant belly is fair game. Even though all of these interactions were positive in my case - it felt odd. Perfect strangers discussing my bump, friends talking about my weight, colleagues asking me after my diet. It was a change. I had left my carefully crafted 'safe zone' (a certain weight, diet, exercise, careless attitude) behind and was having to discuss it by ways of small talk. 
 

Following My Mommy Gut

As my body heals, I am learning to use my increased love and respect for it to care for it. My life is completely different now that Jacob is here, and it doesn't feel inappropriate for my body to reflect this change. As time goes by, however, it also feels wonderful to slowly start to recognize myself in the mirror again. This balancing act (accepting change versus conserving a bit of your old self) seems to me like the perfect metaphor of motherhood. As is the feeling of having to 'explain' yourself, I guess - and deciding, in the end, that you just need to go with your gut. Mommy gut FTW. 


Last Month

Below some journal pages about all this, some trips we made this month, shingles fun times, and the joys of breastfeeding and having the entire world see my boobs (again, so so visible). 

'Nursery' Tour

Before we had Jacob, I posted a house tour on this blog, with the promise I would show you what our house looked like after we'd had our son. Click on the link above to see what our house still mostly looks like, apart from the bedroom and an added layer of milk stains. I expect our living room will at one point also turn into Babyland (with a highchair, a playpen, and more toys), but right now we make do with a beautiful handmade blanket and a basket for his rattles and books, and so it's just our bedroom that has changed since this last post. 

While I labeled this post 'Nursery Tour', we live in a London-sized one bedroom apartment, so our bedroom = our nursery. To be honest, at this point I wouldn't want it any other way. 

Co-sleepER

We decided (as in my pregnant self nagged Jochem to the point where he was like 'do what you need to do') to go the co-sleeper route. I knew I really wanted to breastfeed and having my baby right there seemed convenient. We chose the Snüzpod 3-in-1 mostly for its looks (isn't it purrdy?), but in theory you can also use it as a bassinet and a standalone crib. We've only ever used it as a co-sleeper thus far and I freaking LOVE this thing. It was easy to set up and you can strap it to your bed at exactly the right height. We of course didn't know I would end up having Jacob via c-section, but I honestly don't know how I would have managed those first weeks of night feedings if he hadn't been so close. Doing a 'sit up' to get out of bed, let alone lifting an infant from a crib was pretty much a no-go, and with the co-sleeper I could just roll him to me and nurse lying down. Pure bliss, my friends. 

The adorable monkey toy was made by my close friend Sabra and clouds were made by my friend Debbie - Jacob absolutely adores looking at the cloud's colorful raindrops in the morning. The bedding is from Snüzpod (mattress cover and cloud blanket) and Little Green Sheep (blue organic cotton blanket). The swaddle blanket is from Lodger and was a gift from my mom, as was the musical sheep that hangs from the back of his crib. We usually swaddle Jacob at night, as he tends to move his arms quite a bit and ends up hitting himself in the head and waking himself up - I usually just swaddle the top of his body tightly and then leave his legs free to move. 

 

Changing Mat & Wardrobe

We don't really have room for a separate changing table, so we re-used this old set of drawers from IKEA and put a changing mat on top. It's right next to the window, so Jacob can roll outside and tumble down into the garden whenever he feels like it. Nope, just kidding of course. To be honest, I usually just end up putting the mat on the floor as the drawers aren't quite tall enough and it usually hurts my back to stand bent over like that. Also, while Jacob hasn't yet managed to roll over, I am sure he will at some point and it just feels safer on the floor. 

The drawers are now used to house his diapers (we use these) and all of his adorable little clothes (OMG nobody warned me I would get SO obsessed with baby clothes), that I organized by kind and size. I used washi tape to label the sections, so I can easily rotate out stuff that is too small (which is everything, all the time) and switch things up. Now, if you're thinking "a) that baby only seems to wear three colors, and b) those drawers look like she Marie-Kondo'ed the shit out of them" - you would be absolutely right my friend. Let us all be glad this isn't the fifties and I wasn't destined to be a housewife, because I would be annoying as fudge.

The bear bum pants are from M&S and the grey muslin cloth is from my favorite Dutch store HEMA (as are many of his clothes). Finally, not pictured here because the sun was really bright this morning (yes, really) - I hung some colorful pompoms above the changing mat for Jacob to look at while I torture him with wet wipes (he especially loves it when I try to clean the dried up milk from under his quadruple chin).

 

Hope you enjoyed that little tour - next time I'll do a little overview of my diaper bag and other out-and-about with baby essentials!  (I am not even kidding, I am that mom now. Seriously who even am I? Was this person inside me all this time?)

Journal Pages: The Swing of Things

We're slowly getting into the swing of things here at Maison Floor. 

I know that now that I have written this, Jacob will probably wake up every hour tonight. Possibly it's the 5,5 hours of consecutive sleep last night that is making me overoptimistic, but it feels like we have something resembling a life these days. Of course, every time I think that, Jacob throws us a curveball and [stops sleeping/suddenly sleeps all the time/is hungry all day/doesn't seem hungry at all/fusses all day/learns a new skill], but overall I'm just loving being a mommy right now (even as the current political climate continues to upset me).

It is truly amazing how something so special, the miracle of having a baby and loving it so much you could burst, is so mundane at the same time. We are all here. Every one of us was once this same miracle and hopefully loved as much by their parents or caregivers. 

Anyways, before I go even softer on you - here's last month's journal pages. We took a little trip to Holland in our car (! we're such grownups!) to see the family, which I found a little stressful (Will he sleep? Will he eat? Won't people judge me for how I feed/dress/handle him?), but went well overall.  Enjoy!

Meet The Artist

I joined in with the #meettheartist meme going around on Instagram, and even shot a little video of my process. Like a true n00b I shot it vertically (ACK!), but here it is anyway. Ya live and ya learn, I guess. Enjoy!

Journal Pages: Birth & Early Days

There's a show people kept recommending to me before we had Jacob, called 'The Longest Shortest Time'. Besides it indeed being a great podcast for parents, the title is also very apt - especially of those first days, weeks, and months with a newborn. 

With a small baby, somehow you're incredibly busy all day keeping this little being alive and well (take a pick between breakfast or showering before noon, you can't have both even though you've been up since 6 am), yet you do 'nothing' for long stretches of time as well. Whole chunks of the night, staring in silence at your baby's suckling lips, his fat little face, eyes closed. The endless rocking, and patting on the back to get him to burp (victory!). The many diapers you change and how you actually become incredibly interested in its contents (apologies for judging you before, friends with kids). Days and nights seem to linger on and on, and sleep often far away, yet somehow then he's a month older and has gained 2 kilos. It's strange, absolutely beautiful, and utterly exhausting, these early days. Below some journal pages on our little man's birth and the first weeks afterwards. Just a few drawings, but I'm proud to have managed to do them at least.

Jacob was born by 'elective' caesarian (backstory here) and although some women who have gone through this seem to feel like they 'failed' in some way, I honestly thought it was a wonderful experience. Having been in and out of the hospital often as a child, I don't have a dislike for hospitals or even surgery, and the whole affair was quite chilled. I walked into 'theatre', got a spinal block set up (meh), lied down while waiting for the numbness to set in, and not ten minutes later I was handed my beautiful baby boy. The doctors and nurses were nice and professional, I was comfortable throughout the procedure and afterwards, and was I able to go home swiftly and without complications. I do wish I had had at least one contraction (just out of curiosity), and I definitely hope to have our next child the 'natural' way (mostly for their sake!), but above all it was still the most wonderful day of my life despite it not being how we had originally envisoned it. I feel incredibly grateful for being able to meet our healthy baby boy in such a calm setting (they even played music!) and not bleeding to death (you know). Yay, modern medicine!

Designed: Jacob's Birth Announcement

Even though we live in London, and our son will no doubt grow up to be a Londoner (provided we stay here), we are, of course, a Dutch family. We speak Dutch at home, eat stamppot when it gets cold, and import our hagelslag (yes, grown men eat this on their toast for breakfast) by the boatload. 

Another Dutch tradition we chose to honor, was sending out a geboortekaartje after Jacob was born. I think the correct translation is 'birth announcement', although I've been met with many blank stares by my British colleagues when talking about these cards.

I created the design months before Jacob actually arrived (as soon as we'd decided on the name) and then after my c-section I just had to fill out the few missing details like his birth weight and time. The illustration was inspired by Mr. Floor's love of sailing, our shared love of travel, and the obvious symbolism of life being a journey. The design was based on modernist illustrators like Charlie Harper. The poem on the back (in Dutch) is a poem by a Dutch comedian, singer, and writer Toon Hermans. It stresses the importance of dreaming a little in life. 

I had the cards printed by Moo, as I've been content with their quality in the past and they're local to London (and I actually have visited their offices and printing presses for work a few years ago). I wanted the card to be something special and heavy; something people might hold on to for a bit, and the thick 'luxe' card stock with colored seam were perfect. 

I'd written all the envelopes beforehand (mat leave, y'all, it's a precious thing), and we sent out the cards a week after Jacob was born. The stamp on the back is from The English Stamp Company (who create lovely bespoke stamps, I can recommend them). 

So that's the story behind Jacob's birth announcement! Much better than a Facebook post, no?

Journal Pages: The Final Days of Pregnancy

Friends who had been pregnant before had told me that by the end, they 'could not wait' to go on maternity leave. That it felt like they'd been pregnant forever, and that this baby was simply never going to come out.

I won't lie and say I wasn't over it by the end. My ribs were hurting, I couldn't sleep at all, but most importantly: I couldn't wait to finally meet our little man. The whole point of becoming pregnant, after all, was so we would have a baby, and I felt like I'd waited long enough. 

Going on maternity leave, however, was kind of strange for me. I don't think I've ever been away from anything for this long (I'm very fortunate my employer gives me six months fully paid). Summer holidays in college were pretty long (like three months?) and by the end I was itching to get back to it. I also absolutely LOVE my job. It's challenging, interesting, and my colleagues not just feel like but are my actual friends. Would I not go mad just sitting at home?

It turned out not to be too bad. I made sure I got out every day, and mentally and physically prepared for our baby's birth. Very necessary, as things did not go according to our lovely well-thought out birth plan (of course). Our boy decided to do a somersault at 37 weeks and sit upright like a little Buddha.

Breech babies usually do not make for lovely natural water births (in most cases, I hear it does happen), and after a painful and unsuccessful attempt to turn him (an 'external cyphalic version', or ecv) we were offered a choice: plan in an elective caesarian or find a doctor willing to have you try it the 'natural' way, most likely to still end in an emergency caesarian. I know there's people who have done this (or have managed to push breech babies out the 'natural' way) and I have DEEP respect for their courage and strength, but that wasn't me. And so we left the hospital with a date for our son's birth - the Friday after. 

Those last days were strange, and I spent the days preparing myself mentally and physically. I set up the baby's room, went out for coffee, removed all traces of cosmetics and jewelry (which required a trip to the piercing studio), read up on c-sections, and planned my last meal before the big day. I don't know if I felt 'ready' (or if you ever truly can be ready), but I did feel calm and mostly excited. Bring on that baby!

Mat Leave Crafts: Wooden Block Mobile

My parental leave has started, which means I spend most of my days cleaning the house, watching Law & Order SVU, reading up on childbirth, looking for my toes, and... handmaking our baby a boatload of things he doesn't really need. 

                                                            I seeee you (almost)!

One of those things is a little mobile, made from second hand wooden blocks I got at the charity shop. I read somewhere that babies' brains are stimulated by (black and white) patterns, and wanted to make our little boy something to that would get those synapses firing.

A few years ago my talented friend Kim made a gorgeous little mobile for her baby boy (see blog post here, she occasionally also sells them in , but they go quickly) and I was inspired to get crafty myself. 

I'm quite pleased with how these turned out, and it was fun to do, despite my dislike for literally watching paint dry (just kidding, I cleaned my fridge and labeled everything in the hospital bag while waiting. I am turning into horror mom already). 

                                                 Waiting for the first layer of paint to dry.

For instructions on how to make your own mobile, check out Kim's post, and these (link 1) two (link 2) tutorials on the Etsy blog! 

Journal Pages: #DecafBrain

"Being pregnant is hilarious" said my friend, as she was describing how by 8 months she couldn't tie her own shoe laces.

Now that I'm 8 months along, I am enjoying myself immensely of course. Also, ordering decaf in Rome is almost as much fun as misreading signs ('deep tuna massage' anyone?) due to #babybrain, which I think is more like #Imnotsleepingandoffofcaffeinebrain.