About Cissi

Swede living in London with my two hairy heroes maxing out on the glowsticks and the GTs. Also trying to grow some plants in my garden. So far not so good.

Boobs and babies

Ok, we have to talk about my boobs…they are freaking huge. I mean, first comes the boobs then come I. Can’t fit any clothes. Men are talking to them. And the squirt milk.

Jesus.

At least my munchkin is happy. All the milk for that hungry little guy.

Look at these bad boys…
Another awesome photo is this from phone call work grams and gramps. He looks like a little bruiser. Hooligan in the making.
Yesterday he was cool though in black. London baby!
That was after he spewed all over himself and we had to change clothes.
Took a long walk with Moley and her two boys plus dog. Yes, we were the two prams, two dogs and three kids crew. Chaos galore.
So in the evening mama had a much deserved drink. Matching her baby of course.
And then Petko and Dessie came over winning the love of babies and dogs alike.
The gave us an awesome gift. For the little one but I would say for the whole family.
You’ll be happy with uncle Petko at any time little one.
Today we chill

Happy anniversary

I find it harder to update the blog. I mean, I don’t do anything. For reals. I just sit at home with my baby. The days fly by and I do nothing.

On Tuesday we did leave the house. It was Lukas 1 month anniversary and our 4 year. Big day for all of us.

We started the day in bed with Lukas first real smile. Yes, he is a genius…
Then we headed to the health clinic. He’s a big boy at 4.08kg now. Great team work little guy, we had a rocky start but we are getting there.
Went for lunch at Gail’s. Yes, napkin over the baby. Works a charm.
On our way to the embassy to make this little boy a true Swede.
He’s not convinced…
Then to Scandi kitchen for a Semla. Going all Swede on this day.
And because we were so close to central we decided to go and have our anniversary dinner in town. Started with a shaky Pete’s at Hawksmoor.
Lukas making friends as always.
And then dinner at the food court were Ali works. Lovely food and even lovelier company.
At 8 we rolled home, like true baby parents we were all done. Came home to my awesome flowers from the girls. Nice being out, even better being home.

Perfect anniversary for all of us. Now I just need to figure out what to do for my bday, only a week to go and I’ve totally forgotten about it. Want to do something with my little family

I mean, who doesn’t want to spend the day with these two guys??

It’s been almost a month. And what a crazy, wonderful, rollercoaster of a month.

In and out of hospital. Jaundice and thrush and mastitis. Trying to get the breastfeeding to work. After everything we are still using nipple shields to even get him to take the boob. But we are getting there. Him and me, working this shit out together.

I pump. At least 3 times a day. A milk machine. I’m thinking about investing in Elvie, the electrical pump you can wear in your bra. When I think of at least 5 more months strapped to my pump I cry.

Our little boy seem mostly happy though and healthy. He sleeps like a champ. A solid 4h from midnight to 4am and for 2-3h chunks throughout the day. He eats and farts (they are stinkers at the moment) and poops.

I love this. I love him and our family and being a mother. I’m struggling with some aspects but mostly I love the silent moments together with him on my chest singing a Swedish lullaby. And I love the team George and me makes.

Early mornings with my little man with the rest of the family sleeping around us.
He’s starting to become a little person with a favourite toy.
Life is long walks in the park
It’s a dream that George hasn’t had to go back full time to work.
How I love this little angel

Slowly getting there

It’s getting better my end. After a day and night with cabbage in my bra, sleeping as much as I could and medication around the clock I’m finally feeling better.

Hallefuckinglujah! And thank the stars for George picking up most of the work when I was out. Dream team!

Btw, no one warns you about the never ending shit storm. Not properly. It’s a good thing humans forget. Between end of pregnancy, birth and being a cabbage stinking cow it’s hard to choose a favourite for most magical time.

Looking pretty happy on his daddy’s chest.

Taking it easy today too. I’m still not 100% and maybe it’s time for those days at home just the three of us we haven’t had since he came. It’s been someone over pretty much every day since he came.

With his new bff. Plays music and is cuddly. That’s what friendship is truly built on.

Anyway, no more complaining. He’s an absolute treasure and I love him to bits. I’m sure it will all look up when I’m better. And there is something truly magical when they snooze on your chest.

Anti everything

Life huh! Especially with a newborn. What people don’t warn you about is exactly how draining it is to breastfeed every three hour (or less) or even worse, when you can’t and have to pump instead.

Add to that getting mastitis which is a fucking killer pain wise and with a fever on top. Mine reached 39 at its peak. I couldn’t even hold him I felt so weak.

And when the fever died down I got herpes. All over my face. Both nostrils and mouth. I mean, come on… not only is it painful but dangerous to small babies.

So here we are. I’m on antibiotics and anti viral medicine and George is seriously cranky from doing all the leg work the last couple of days. I did do last night though and he is out today so hope the antibiotics work quick snap.

Good thing he is such a little angel

Maggie was here Tuesday to Wednesday. So lovely to have her here. She brought Victor and we got to go pram strolling together

Here you can see my fever face. Maggie has to go home a day early and that was probably for the best since I was dying.
But we had a lovely time rolling our prams together in the park. it’s something special about getting to share that.
She took some great photos with her proper camera
Today we are just taking it easy at home. Kicking this all over body infection in the balls.
My little hero is all in on the resting. He has been super fussy the last couple of days so we are changing his formula and hoping for the best

Love

He is getting bigger. 19 days today and he is becoming slightly more of a person. If a person just went between eating, sleeping and pooing.

He has his quirks though. Prefer being awake early morning and sleep in the afternoon (weirdo). He loves his pram and his daddy’s chest. He will take the boob with a nipple shield on but prefer the bottle. And the dummy is a lifesaver.

Mostly he is sweet and happy and loves hearing our voices and looking at the lamp. He smiles in his sleep and farts like a champ.

I love him endlessly. Even if I sometimes despair at the endless feeding I mostly just put on some music and sing to my little guy. He will grow up too soon so I’m enjoying this time while I can.

Just love his little kissy face.

Yesterday went for Sitas leaving lunch. Lukas was awake and hanging out the whole time. He likes sounds and people.

Then we came home and I despaired about the size of my boobs. They are huuuuge.

Also had a moment when W wanted to play, L wanted to feed and I wanted dinner.

Lukas was the only winner.

W brought all his toys but no luck. Not easy having been reduced to nr 2.

But I put them all to sleep eventually and went to make myself a culinary masterpiece of tunnbrod.

My eating is so shit at the moment. All chocolate and sandwiches. George makes me normal food but I can’t take care of myself when he is not around.

A baby blog…

I’m sorry guys but this is turning into a baby blog. Not because all I can think of is the baby (at least not only that) but because I don’t do anything than hang with the baby.

He’s everywhere…

Today we went to the health clinic and then to HM to find me some breastfeeding friendly clothes. Too bad for me everything is polo necks and like Amish necklines at the moment. Not fitting for my milk filled bazookas. Or for my messy little eater.

People keep asking me if I left the house yet. Yes! It’s not that exciting at home. I mean, Lukas is super cute but he sleeps 18h a day.

Right now…superman styled sleeping. His favourite awake time is 4am. I seem to remember that from pregnancy…

We need to have words little one.

And, we took a bath. And then he peed on me.

Life is filled with unexpected adventures.

But, I did buy this beautiful print from my friend Danny’s girlfriend Pow. She makes these gorgeous handpainted prints and I absolutely love this one. Plus amazing to be able to support independent artists,

I’m also getting an L one for Lukas future nursery. It will be filled with prints by friends and small artists.

I can tell he loves it.

So long guys, me and my milk drink little guy is going to chill at home eating sushi. George is out seeing friends so it’s just me and the little angel.