Day 42, 8 months old. Teething – the monster awakens

So Lady K’s first tooth started pushing through the gum the day before yesterday and she is not happy about it. Not happy at all. Oh, and she has a cold too, just to top things off.

I’d been dreading this day since we had her, as I knew it was the beginning of months of potentially irritable baby and poor (worse?) sleep. Ironically, she has slept through every night (11+ hours) since this started and I’m not sure why; perhaps she’s just exhausted – I know we are. Even so, if she starts sleeping through we’ll all be happier I’m sure!

Baby teeth are razor sharp (unsurprising really) and this now poses a problem for breastfeeding, in fact, it is likely the end of breastfeeding. We put her down after a partial feed tonight which did not impress her ladyship, who protested in the usual way when we put her down too early: on all fours, rocking backwards and forwards while crying in her cot. I sat in the dark with her and stroked her head as she gently drifted off. It was quite sweet really, apart from the close-proximity, ear-splitting screams…

Anyway, she’s standing up very confidently now and will happily lean with her back against the sofa and stand independently until she gets bored. Good progress, regardless of the teething.

Day 30: 7.67 months old. The blog begins

First some background.

Welcome, my name is David and I’m (currently) a stay-at-home dad. My wife went back to work when my daughter, let’s call her Lady K, was 6.5 months old and we traded my wife’s maternity leave for shared parental leave. I’ll be off looking after our little darling/monster for 5 months and I’ll share my story with you as it unfolds, you lucky people.

Now this won’t just be a diatribe of our daily happenings, because let’s face it, that will get pretty boring (and also this probably won’t be daily because, you know, life). Of course, I’ll include any interesting anecdotes, but I’ll try and discuss other things related to being a parent. I have a few topics in mind: weaning, sleep, being the only dad in a room full of mums, what to actually do for 9 hours to stop you going mad etc…

Anyway, yesterday was like most Tuesdays: up and out for the 10am ‘stroller’s group’, a collection of about 20 mothers (and me) walking around our local town, blocking up the pavements and high street, followed by tea and cake. This is actually my favourite baby-related activity of the week, mainly because it actually involves a lot of adult interaction and it doesn’t involve sitting on the floor.

All baby groups seem to involve sitting on the floor.

Actually, the stroller’s group does have¬†some floor-sitting, but that’s after the tea and cake, so I can excuse it.

Today’s activity¬†is baby sensory. For those of you unfamiliar with baby sensory, it mainly involves sitting on the floor with your baby in a big circle, singing them songs, attempting sign language and waving things at them – generally feeling a bit foolish. There are all kinds of activities for them: looking at a parachute covered in balloons, looking at lights on the ceiling, looking at something colourful in my hand – you get the gist. Anyway, Lady K generally likes to try and use me as her private ‘daddy climbing frame’ for the duration or crawl across the floor. To be honest that describes almost all of every day anyway, so essentially, I’m just doing the usual ‘Lady K containment’ in a slightly trippy environment.

Does anyone else hate the ‘say goodbye’ song at the end of baby sensory? Not because it’s sad to end the session, but because it’s rubbish. Just saying…