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Wynford farm.

Hi guys, just wanted to share with you our experience at Wynford Farm over the weekend. Wynford is definitely one of my favourite places to take Eleanor and this will have only been the second visit, I can’t wait to return again, perhaps in the Spring when the lambs are out to play and the gardens are beginning to bloom.

I love Wynford as it has such a range of activities on offer. From the petting zoo where you can feed the animals to the reptile shed and of course the soft play and cafe. It makes for a real day of adventure and we always leave feeling like we have achieved a mornings work.

I like to head out early as it gets quite busy with children’s parties and visitors as the morning gets on and I don’t deal well with the hustle of busy places, I end up stressed. A morning is perfect and we spend a couple of hours at the farm which I feel is a good length of time, any longer and Eleanor would begin to get over tired and grumpy, any less and you wouldn’t get your money worth as it is quite pricey.

On this second trip, with it being January, there wasn’t much going on with the gardens and the enchanted forest with it being the Winter months however we went straight to the animal pens where we were met with some friendly faces and an array of noise.

It was all go at the animal farm, the guinea pigs were scuppering about, the pigs were belting out noise, goats were eager for food and jumping around with excitement, the sheep was making itself known and the alpacas stood proud. There is certainly a lot going on in the one hut and a whole lot of entertainment for the whole family. From time to time you can hold the local pet rats and guinea pigs but on the occasion there wasn’t a zoo keeper around to offer this.

There is a vending machine which has a selection of animal food you can purchase and feed to the animals. We went with a bag of sheep and goat food and all had a turn in feeding the hungry horrors. The goats were loving it and the sheep too, we absolutely made some new furry friends and Eleanor loved it. I could have taken the goats home and I did in fact leave the animal pens feeling like I needed a guinea pig for back home.

Feeding the animals and making some furry friends at the farm

Where would I keep it? Good question. I did leave with the intention on headed to the pet store afterward to expand our brood but my senses got the better of me and here I am, typing this without a new pet guinea pig. I’ll still long for one and a teddy bear puppy, maybe for my birthday I’ll have a wee furry pal of my own (Euan, I know you read my blogs, hint).

Anyway, as if the cute level of the animals hadn’t got me in a great mood, we headed to soft play so that Eleanor could have the chance to expel energy and experience some play at the farm. The baby area was busy with parents and children all around, the noise level was crazy and the fun was only beginning. We started off at the ball pit, a familiar scene for Eleanor as she has one at home which we used to play with often and has been to another soft play area previously.

The ball pit was short lived and she had taken off, climbing up the padded stairs in seconds..em,what? My baby can climb steps?? Queue the worried expressions on both of our faces. Eleanor was delighted climber her way up the steps and back down again. I’ve never known we to climb so well and to be so confident. I mean at seventeen months she is not yet walking, instead she favours CLIMBING? God help us.

Having climbed the steps with such talent and grace, at the top there is a big slide which you can go down with a parent, safe to say that Euan was in his element and couldn’t wait to get Eleanor onto his lap and zoom down the slide. Oh what fun to be a big kid again, we loved our time at the soft play and Eleanor was eager to get down the slide by herself. We had to keep chasing her to get her back to us before she tumbled down the slide deliberately from he own curiosity.

It was a really great way to run off energy and when it was time to leave, Eleanor was pointing back at the play area, she didn’t want to go and had to be comforted by a sweet treat for the car ride back home. I’d have happily stayed but it was lunch time and we had limited supplies with us and the play area was becoming too overcrowded it was only a matter of time before an accident was bound to happen or a tantrum was going to kick off.

We left the farm after a browse around the little gift shop where we picked up fairy wings for the afternoon activities at home which was to be making fairy cakes. When we reached home we had a quick picnic lunch of cheese toasties and settled for a afternoon nap, even Fern our dog joined in. The morning had tired all of us out equally and peace was restored for the remainder of the afternoon. What a way to spend a Sunday morning, we will be sure to return again soon .

Loved ones, animals and playing with your toddler as they beam with delight and explore a whole new world to them. What could be more special or a better use of free time on a weekend? I’ve returned to the day job on Monday morning feeling like I have had a weekend and beaming with pride for my little family. It may be blue Monday, the most depressing day of the year as the calendar goes but I’m here and I am feeling so fulfilled and loved.

Here’s wishing each of my readers a great week, I hope January hasn’t been too hard on you. I like to think of this time of year as a time for hope, making dreams and spending time with your family. Lots of love, Keren.

Body positive and pregnancy. The postpartum race to recovery.

From the moment I discovered I had fallen pregnant right through to the end of pregnancy, I battled with many insecurities. The inevitable weight gain, the swollen feet and wrists, the bloating and the terrible acne. The lot.

I was not one of those women who suited being pregnant – disappointing enough, I never had that whole ‘pregnancy glow’. I was more drained than ever, my skin was dull and covered in acne and my body was slowing down. I lacked sleep and it showed, I couldn’t get more than four solid hours at a time.

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I don’t think there were many days during pregnancy where I felt good.

I chose to document my growing bump through photographs. This distracted myself from the chnages my body was making, especially the weight gain – something I daunted, and allowed myself to learn to embrace the time and not to feel so low about my self image. I was growing a life inside, what is more precious than that?

The images I have taken throughout my pregnancy will remain close to me forever, it soon became a little hobbie. The weekly ‘bumpdate’. Toward the end of the third trimester, growing close to my due date, I finally began to love my bump and appreciate my body for all of the work it was doing. The body really is amazing and a little TLC really pays off.

I had days where I was very upset looking at my reflection, my body didn’t seem like it belonged to me anymore. I was more just a machine made to carry a life and I had no control over my ever changing body nor the weight gain. Looking back, it was silly and I only wish I treated myself a bit better during my pregnancy, I should have ate that doughnut, I should have enjoyed take away. Rather, I chose to survive on a diet that was mainly fruit and fiber based with plenty of yogurt for calcium and a lot of raw vegetables and vitamins.

I would cook meals for Euan and sit at the dinner table for our evening meal with a bowl of fruit and yogurt – the same meal I would eat for breakfast and lunch almost every day. I didn’t like to eat out as that meant stepping away from my comfort zone. If I was feeling real adventurous, I would have a sandwich, providing it was marked “Low Cal”. Not quite the solid  healthy diet required for growing a life.

I feel shameful and I do wonder, had my eating habits and concerns over my weight not been so drastic, would my baby have stopped growing at week 34 and have been classed in the fifth percentile, smaller than average and forced to arrive early over fears of her growth? I will never know for sure, but I feel guilty that I didn’t allow the life inside to thrive to her full potential due to my own selfish ego.

I am currently exclusively breastfeeding and my daughter is thriving, she feeds well and within five days she was back up to her birth weight! The midwife claimed that this was amazing. High five, go me!

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It brings me great pleasure to know that am providing my baby with the nourishment she requires and grows from. The sleepless nights, are all made worthwhile, knowing that they are paying off and  that I am solemnly providing for my daughter Something which I am both delighted and proud of. I have no fears or concerns over her health and I am sure that I have a healthy baby who is most definitely loved.

 

Now that I am no longer pregnant, my beautiful baby girl is in the world, happy and healthy, I can begin to work on my body image again and get back to a place that I am happy with at a pace I can safely manage and maintain. Since the birth of Eleanor, my skin has almost fully cleared up – something which I am delighted with as this had bothered me a lot. So much so that I would spend some time looking at my reflection and crying. It is silly, I know.

I now have to be a role model for my baby girl and have to ensure that she picks up healthy eating habits and a good self esteem. I would hate for her to think that she is simply not good enough or meeting unrealistic expectations in any way, shape or form.

I am certain my baby is well, her feeding is coming along great and she is growing and changing by the day. I can’t wait to grow with her. I think that having my baby, has made me realize that it is not about looking good. Sure, it is great to feel good about yourself but I shouldn’t have to set unrealistic goals or undertake a crash diet to meet the needs of my ego or the expectations and pressures that new mum’s face when losing baby weight.

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I am going to take my weight loss by the day. Slowly but surely and some day I will reach a goal that I am happy with. I am in no rush to jump back into shape, I have a baby to care for and that means I must care for myself now too. I cannot be selfish anymore, I must become a healthy role model. It will take some time, I won’t be happy overnight but I will get there and I will teach my daughter to love herself, to be strong and wise and to have a good self esteem.

 

(39 weeks + 3 vs 5 days post partum –  I got this)