Hey there, baby girl

It's about time I introduced the newest member of Team Sainsbury... Emilia Lilly. 

Isn't she lovely?

Of course I think that, I'm her Mother; therefore I am biased. But she is. Anyway. 

Emilia was born on the 18th of July. 9 days overdue. Exactly a year after my Grandad passed away (Grandad I know that you had it planned all along, such a meddler).  I had gotten pretty fed up of being so humongous and if I'm completely honest, if it was up to me I would have locked myself in the house and not seen anyone until it was time for her to come out. But not a chance of that happening as I had the pre-school run to do for William, and, you know, it's quite unsociable to lock yourself away. 

We were in the middle of a heatwave over here in the UK, so I made the most of William's paddling pool and the in-laws swimming pool. I was only allowed to dip my feet in at Kev & Sue's as Kev was worried that my waters might break in his pool. I'll let your imaginations create that picture for you. Yum. Look at that cute boyo though...

So, the morning of the 18th of July arrived. The one day I really didn't want to give birth on, and I was awoken by the dreaded c word. Contractions. It was around 05:15, and I thought I'd wait a bit and see if they progressed or not. Boy did they. 

Tony woke up, and when I told him what was happening his response was - can I just pop to work to sort something out quick? You can imagine my response, especially those of you who know Tony's 'sort something out' and 'quick' *cough*Tony Time*cough*. I'm very lucky that my Mum lives a ten minute drive away, as she was in charge of looking after the boyo, and the contractions were definitely coming on a lot quicker than they did when I had Will. They don't kid around when they say that the second baby comes along a lot quicker. 

The second time I called the hospital they agreed that I was allowed to make my way in. I didn't give them a choice the second time. I think my words were something along the lines of 'I may not sound like I am in labour, but I am a very quiet labourer and you WILL let me come in now!!'. Sorry to whichever midwife answered that call. It all happened pretty quick from there. I'll save the gorey details but it basically went: assessment, being told I was high risk (news to me as I had been told that I was low risk the WHOLE way through my pregnancy), this meant I was unable to give birth in the birthing centre and had to go to the labour ward (yay), waters GUSHING not breaking, me realising that baby was distressed as she had done a poop, definitely going to labour ward once they realised that she had done a poo inside, gas and air being handed to me (wahey), being carted downstairs to labour ward, lots of pain, meeting lots of midwives and doctors and anaesthetists, lots more pain, demanding pain relief, not being allowed to eat or drink (fabulous), more pain, being told that there wasn't time for any more pain relief apart from the gas and air, even more pain, legs in stirrups, what felt like twenty people in the room (slight exaggeration), a hell of a lot more pain, pushing, pain, pushing, burning, BABY GIRL. 

It makes my tummy feel funny and cross my legs just typing that. Never again, thank you very much. 

Tony was the one to tell me that we had a baby girl. A baby girl! I didn't believe him after months and months of being utterly convinced that I was cooking another boy. So I asked the midwife to confirm. Sorry for not believing you Antwa. 

There I am with my baby girl minutes after she was born. No glamorous shot, just pure love and some shock mixed in there too!

 I just realised I haven't given you the all important stats - she was born at 10:49 weighing 8 lbs 12.5 oz's. Little chunker.

So there we have it, the newest member of the Team. Welcome girly, you have made our Team complete.

xxx

Stuck in the mud

Today was the warmest day so far this year; but it was still coat weather. We made the most of it by heading over to the New Forest for a Sunday pub lunch and a walk by Rufus Stone.

Pudding went down well with the boys...

The walk didn't last too long as William & I managed to get stuck in the mud, much to Daddy's amusement. I should have realised that something wasn't quite right when he didn't follow us. 

 Oh and here is a little video of Daddy laughing at us, enjoy!

Stuck in the mud from Jessica Sainsbury on Vimeo.

January... according to my iPhone

Some photographs from the past month, from my iPhone...

 

 xxx

Lessons in life

William learnt a life lesson about losing your teeth last week when visiting 'Little Nanny'. She just couldn't resist the temptation of getting her falsies out.

William was a bit puzzled at first.

My Mother, known to Will as Grandma Boys, did not enjoy it so much.

I absolutely loved it. I can't really remember when Nan had her falsies in when we were little, or even if she did anymore; but I loved seeing her enjoy herself showing William something new, grossing out her daughter, but at the same time making me think of all of the wonderful pictures and memories we have of Nan when she was a youngster too. 

I can't wait to show my grandkids my falsies!

xxx

Snow

We had some of the darn white stuff arrive late last week.

Yep, you guessed it; I'm not a big fan of snow. Our son on the other hand absolutely LOVES it.

 William has only seen snow a handful of times, most of which I'm sure he can't remember. But what he does know is that snow equals outside fun and outside fun is the best kind of fun according to this boy. He loves being outside exploring, walking with Bobby, running, climbing on things, getting mucky. The list goes on. This little baby bro or sis cooking nicely is going to be spending a lot of time during the summer on picnics and trips out in the buggy during William's last summer holidays before starting school, it is going to be amazing, Mummy cannot wait!

William's pre-school shut on the Friday, along with all of the other schools in the area, which to William meant a morning of chilling watching Cars 2 for the millionth time and playing with all of his new birthday toys, books and lego. This was great for me as I was working from home and meant I could get on; I am very lucky to have a kiddie who can keep himself entertained for a few hours, love him. 

Also, luckily for me, Uncle Joe Joe decided to be a bit crazy and walk the four and a half miles from Netley Abbey to Botley so that he could come and play in the snow with his nephew. It was such a cute thing of him to do and shows how much he loves his nephew, but I did still worry that he would fall over on his way and break something! We went out for an hour or so to throw snowballs, run around and walk Bobby dawg.

 Bobby also loves the snow. He loves running in it, eating it, making yellow snow, running after snowballs and then wondering where they disappear to once they hit the ground, oh and attempting to catch snowballs in his mouth and then getting brain freeze dumb dog.

 After all of the excitement, we went back into the warm, had hot chocolate and the boys kept themselves entertained whilst I finished off work. Thanks Joe Joe, you helped out a lot :)

Later, when Tony got home from work, we decided to take a quick walk to the local shop and have a bit more snow fun. It was great to see our area covered in snow and people's ahem, creative snowmen. 

William also found a stick which he would not let go of and used as a walking stick the whole way home. It is now stashed outside the front of our house 'for another time', cute!

To round off the snow day fun, the following day we visited all Grandparents in one day. Starting off with breakfast at Grandad & Big Nanny's where we made a MASSIVE snowman from all of their untouched snow in the back garden.

 Next up was a trip to Netley to see Little Nanny, Grandma & Grandad Boys & Uncle Joe Joe. We snuggled up in the warm and watched some of William's programmes and played with even more of his toys. The weekend was rounded off for the boy with a birthday treat to TGI Friday's with Auntie Gemma, Uncle Steve and Grandma Cats.

I guess the snow wasn't so bad in the end...