Immunisations

Yesterday I got Anastasia immunized.
I had debated about this during my pregnancy,I had to weight up the potential risks on both sides and then come to a decision, you immunize or not?
I decided in the end that it was best for her to avoid getting diseases in the future.

I was shocked at the Victorian way of getting babies immunized.
In South Australia you would make an appointment at your Child nurse clinic and, turn up at your appointment and a specialized nurse would be there to do the needles.
Yesterday when I walked into the hall we had to take a number and be seated.
It felt like cattle waiting for the slaughter as Mums and Dads waited for their kids to be jabbed, kids stared as they heard babies cry and children scream each time they went into *That room* and children came out sobbing holding on tight to their parents.
I was distraught just from seeing all of that and wanted to run away...

Nothing could prepare me for what was to come....

Our number was called and my Husband and I walked into the area where Anastasia was to be immunized. We were told to sit down and told that Anastasia would have a needle in each leg but some serum first. The nurse proceeded to feed my baby this vial of serum and I was surprised that she didn't have any gloves on and her hands were right near my babys mouth!! I sat there speechless thinking about how she has been doing this to countless other babies and now to mine. After that the nurses gave Anastasia her jabs and once again no gloves!!
They had been jabbing babies all day and not only putting my baby at risk but also themselves.
Please tell me that I am not overreacting here!!

In conclusion my Husband and I decided that after that experience we are going to the Doctors to get our baby immunized. It is safer, cleaner and a much better environment. It is worth paying the money to ensure our baby is protected. Never again will I line my baby up like cattle to be prodded.

Post Natal Depression

As I sit here and contemplate how to start this post I realize it is because it isn't an easy one to write. I have been very quiet with blogging as I have known for days that this had to be my next blog yet have done everything that I can to avoid it.
After weeks on breaking down and crying, of taking offense at everything and being anxious at silly things I finally told my Husband that I was depressed.
I didn't want to admit it because having a baby is meant to be one of the happiest times in your life, where you have this new little person to love and to bring up.
Being depressed had pulled my heart in so many directions because I love having a new baby, I am totally in love with my little girl and yet everyday I found myself not happy about life in general and not wanting to face the day. I could wake up in a positive mood but even the slightest thing that isn't negative would ruin my day.

I am sharing thing not to have a whinge, not to get sympathy but to let others out there know that they are not alone and it IS okay to talk about being depressed.
Us new Mums are sleep deprived, still have those unwanted pregnancy kilos to lose, have a new person to feed, wash and bathe, wear baby vomit on a daily basis and have had our whole world changed by a cute little bundle. Before when we were pregnant our baby was a cute thought in our mind that smiled and hugged us all day now the reality is here our cutie also poops, vomits, cries and keeps us awake. On top of that we have our hormones adjusting back to pre baby and sometimes they can be a bit out of whack causing an imbalance, I sure am starting to feel like a yo yo...

I can report today though that these past few days have not been perfect but they have been better than other days and that I will keep looking forward as I know these baby blues will pass. For help with post natal depression please click on the Beyond Blue link below :-)

http://www.beyondblue.org.au/index.aspx?link_id=94

Little Miss Chatterbox

Today my 5 and a half week baby girl started talking..
Not talking like you and I talk but in her own baby language.
As I sit and type this post I am listening to the sweet sound of baby babble.
The oohs and aaahs and gurgles are a sweet sound that melts my heart and her Daddy's heart.
We are currently doing work things but keep getting distracted by our cute bundle of adorableness that is discovering that sounds can come out of her mouth.
I love watching Anastasia discover her voice, discovering that her toys rattle and knowing that being mega cute gets Mummy and Daddy's attention.
It is worth all the sleepless nights and pooey nappies :-)

Can I help?

Being a new Mum is so rewarding and yet so draining.
By the time you have fed, changed and rocked the baby numerous times you then notice the pile of washing getting bigger, that their seems to be less clean plates than dirty ones and that you are ordering take out more often.
Well that is what is happening for this new Mum!
It gets to the point where everywhere I look there is something to do and it can get depressing :-(

I have found though that I have had so many people offer to give me a hand, let me know that they are there to help if needed and to just give them a call..
My question is how do you actually ask someone for help??
Phone a friend and say "Hey can you please come over and fold washing for me?"
Or when someone asks if they can help say that you would love for them to cook a few meals so that you are actually eating real food and not something out of a frozen packet or a drivethru.
Or better yet and them to scrape the dried weetbix from the bowl that had been sitting on the bench for 2 days (Okay maybe that is a little too far.)

Really though, how do you ask for help??

Like a Machine

Hello all
It has been a while since I have been in the land of blog.
My name is Lami, I am 34 years old and live in Victoria..
I thought that I would start blogging again as I have a new baby who is now 1 month old!!
I have so many thoughts and questions that I wanted to get them out there in the land of cyber Mummy land and see what you all have to say..
I am not a new Mum because I have an 18 year old and an 11 year old but it really does feel like I have never done thing parenting thing before, I am feeling less human every day and more like a machine.

I change the baby, feed the baby, bath the baby, clothe the baby, cuddle the baby and then it seems as though I am doing it all over again..
I am not quite sure where Lami has gone and who this cyborg is that has taken her place.
There are some days that I even find myself in my pyjamas with a baby in my arms well after lunch time and I realize that I really should get dressed before Miss 11 gets home and wonders why Mummy is still in her P'J's!!

Has anyone else gone through this or going through it now??
Will Lami ever come back or am I doomed to be a feeding nappy changing cyborg for eternity??