She’s here. My baby girl L.
She was born on 10th of September. After 9 months and past her due date she decided to make a surprise appearance (will she always be fashionably late? Quite unlike her mum). I was supposed to be induced in a couple of days because I was practically 41 weeks pregnant and they don’t like it when the pregnancy lasts longer even if everything is all right. But suddenly I felt strong pain in my back and thought to myself this might be it, the start of something after all. Even though I had given birth once before I wasn’t sure that I had contractions until they were quite forceful and just minutes apart. We went to the hospital and after just 2 hours of intense, natural labour my baby girl opened her eyes for the first time in our world.
When I saw my baby girl I thought how tiny she is… She was 49cm long and weighed 3150g at birth. Much smaller than her big brother (not even a 2 year old yet). Was that already the beginning of a lifetime of comparisons? I hope not.
Last week just before the Easter weekend I had a check-up. It’s been almost two months since my last ultrasound scan so this check-up was eagerly awaited. It was that all important 20 week check-up but it also meant that we could find out the baby’s gender if it chooses to reveal it 🙂 Honestly, it seemed that everyone else was more excited than me about the possibility of the revelation of the baby’s gender. For me, the more important thing was to see the baby move and to see that everything is all right (as far as these scans can show). Actually, just a few days before the doctor’s appointment I felt the baby move for the first time. Yes, it was there 🙂 As usually there was a long wait at the doctor’s and we were even instructed to go for a coffee break and to come back in an hour or so, so we had a quick lunch and got back and then waited for an hour before we were finally called. The ultrasound scan showed that everything was indeed all right and we found out the baby’s gender too. It’s a GIRL! 🙂 I knew it!:) I had this gut feeling and it wasn’t wrong. I guessed it just like I did the first time too:) I’m happy the baby is a girl. I’d be equally happy if it were a boy because then I’d have two cute rascals:) But now I get to raise a gutsy little princess 🙂
I’m 17 weeks pregnant with our second child. Our first child, our son, will be less than 2 years old when his baby brother or his baby sister gets born. Not what I’d planned at all. I mean, when I imagined having a family I’d always thought I’d have two children. But after what we’d been through having a second child was just an idea, an idea that would probably be pushed aside as one of those unattainable wishes we all have (and many, many people had to go through much longer and more painful processes, however, your own problems are always the worst, right?).
Then, I got pregnant. Unexpected. A tremendous shock. A great joy. A big question mark over our heads, was the universe just playing with us before? Oh, yes, it was! I did the pregnancy test on the day I was about to leave on a work trip to Italy, few days before New Year’s. So, my tiny, tiny baby has already travelled 🙂 Of course, until I got confirmation from the doctor my husband and I were both wary but I knew everything would be ok. And everything is all right 🙂
Another year and another edition of my 12 months & 12 photos post:) A photo for each month of the year. Of course, the main person of the entire year was/is my baby boy V. but as you can see below I didn’t just put photos of my baby:) We took a couple of interesting trips in 2018 and even though I haven’t blogged yet about them all at least you can see some nice photos:) You can check the posts for 2017 and 2016 too if you wish so:)
This was my 2018 in 12 photos:
My baby boy V. was two months old in this photo. I can’t believe he’s 13 months old now!!
This is a photo from the International Carnival Parade in Rijeka, Croatia.
It’s very rare to snow in my seaside hometown but this year it snowed on 1 March! The snow stayed on the ground only for a few hours but it was nice while it lasted.
We took our first day trip abroad with the baby in April. We explored Udine in Italy. It was a rather pleasant day trip and yes, I actually blogged about it.
My baby boy is 1. Let me repeat this : My baby boy V. is 1-year-old! No, I still don’t believe it. That means that I’ve been a mum for a year too. Wow! That also sounds unbelievable. And yes, my baby calls me mummy but only occasionally. He’s too busy running around the house chasing the cat. Poor cat! He spends a lot of time high up on the cupboards out of our baby’s reach.
V. is a strong, big boy. He’s 78 cm tall and weighs exactly 10 kg. He still loves to be carried around which is sometimes quite painful for my ageing back. He likes to cuddle a lot! V. is such a cheerful boy. Very determined and very persistent too. Prefers to play with things that aren’t baby toys. He walks. He carries things. He pushes furniture. He climbs the sofa. He makes all sorts of loud noises but he doesn’t talk (he just says mama). He’s got 7 teeth now and likes to chew on all sorts of forbidden things. He smiles when you say sternly NO, and just continues to do whatever he isn’t allowed to do until you move him. He’s fearless. He rarely cries. He doesn’t like changing diapers or getting undressed for bed. He eats a lot of different foods but I still nurse him. He loves spending time with his grandparents. He enjoys being out. He is a proper water baby, in the bathtub and in the sea. He likes playing with the ball. He has travelled. He’s been to Italy several times. He discovered San Marino. He’s visited a lot of towns in Croatia.
My baby boy V. is 9 months old. Whaaaat? Yes, I can’t believe it too. The pregnancy seemed to drag on forever but these past 9 months have gone by so fast. A blink of an eye and he has changed from a sleepy newborn to active and strong baby. This made me think of my babymoon last August. I didn’t travel internationally during my pregnancy apart from a day trip to Italy with my best friend. Instead my husband and I made lots of day trips locally and we also took several weekend trips.
I really wanted to go away somewhere by the end of my pregnancy so after some serious thinking and some luck I found a great deal for a lovely apartment in Gorski kotar region of Croatia. Now, Gorski kotar is fondly nicknamed little Switzerland because it’s an area full of forests and mountains and it’s rich in wildlife. Gorski kotar is totally off the beaten path destination in Croatia unlike its coast.
My baby boy V. is already 6 months old. I’ve been meaning to write about him for a while now but I actually don’t know what to write about exactly. Shall I mention his adorable smile? The sleepless nights? How I still don’t believe that I am a mum?
Every day is a new day for him. A day of possibilities and new discoveries. And I get to experience all that with him. That’s the amazing part of being a mum. Exhaustion and being mushy brained and having almost no personal time is the-not-so-great part of the motherhood. But hey, I’ve only been a mum for 6 months 🙂 There’s more joy (and sleepless nights ) to look forward to in the future.