As the title would suggest, I'm feeling a little giddy at some news I got today - Amy Butler is producing a line of knitting yarn and Rowan are producing a book with her called Midwest Modern Knits.
The yarn and patterns look lovely - check out all those jewel colours. And don't the patterns look yummy? How fast can I knit? Not fast enough for all of the projects I have lining up that's for sure.
They're out in April - That's mere DAYS away!
I've been wanting to use this fabric for ages - long before I was even pregnant I think. I love the cowgirls - girly and kitchy at the same time.
It took me forever to complete it though - which is very frustrating as it's such a simple pattern (Burda Ensemble 9650.) It wasn't that it was too complicated for me - I think if I'd had a few hours dedicated time I could have done it start to finish. But it's so rare for me to get that block of time to myself - actually so rare I don't think it's happened since Maya was born! So I ended up doing it piece meal - cutting out one day, pinning together another, then sewing over several days, in between pressing and finishing. In the end I just left the sewing machine out on the dining room table for about 4 days so that I didn't lose those few precious minutes of sewing time getting it out and putting it away!
But I really love the end result and can't wait for the weather to get warm so that Maya can wear it. I'm going to make a romper from the same pattern pack and I've got some lovely blue and yellow ditsy fabric which I'm just itching to do something with.
It's Mother's day on Sunday so I'm hoping for a few uninterrupted hours just me and my sewing machine - we can dream can't we? Happy Mother's day to all of you out there.
Jo x
I'm in love with Lois Daykin's baby Knits book. It's by Rowan (don't you just love them?) and there are so many scrummy patterns in there. They're a bit different too without being so novel you'd get that 'oh it's....different' comments that let you know it's just a bit tooooooo different for most people's tastes! The patterns are easy to follow too - always a plus when you've not long had a baby and feel like you've no brain cells left.
I've made this sloppy crossover cardigan for Maya, again using Sirdar's baby bamboo. Its lovely to knit with and drapes beautifully. It's still a bit big for her but I can't wait until the weather gets warmer and she can wear it over a lovely summer dress.
I'm feeling so much more adventurous with my knitting at the moment - look at me doing cables and everything.
life with a young baby is hectic. Some days I'm lucky if I get a shower before tea time. Far too many meals seem to resolve around quick to grab items like toast. By the end of the day I'm usually tired and a wee bit frazzled. I'm loving every minute of it!
But I've found the perfect antidote. I've joined a knitting group. It's the most relaxing, chilled out thing I've ever done. I love it.
It's at the local wool shop and I've been meaning to join for ages but just never got around to it. But Cole's Stepmum persuaded me to go with her and I'm so glad she did. There's no pressure to have deep and meaningful conversations with anyone, we just chat about this and that and nothing in particular. And we knit. Something happens to the energy of a room when there's a group of people knitting. It's just ... Zen.
Some of the people there are relative novices and some are super duper experts always on hand to demonstrate a technique or help out. But mostly it's just sitting and knitting and chewing the fat. it's lovely.
Here's the first thing I've knitted for Maya since she was born. I was really proud of it - particularly as it's fairisle so took a fair amount of concentration - concentration that I wasn't sure I still had. Maya loves it. My Mum's called her Polly - as it's a girl (wearing a dress) she couldn't call it Peter so Polly was the female alternative. We just call her Rabbit - and Maya doesn't care - she just finds her very tasty!
Life is full of expectations. I clearly remember all of those months patiently (and not so) waiting for Maya's arrival. I had certain expectations of what would happen and how it would be - how I would be. And then Maya arrived and I had to adjust myself to reality and be thankful for the reminder that life is full of surprises and doesn't let us get too complacent.
One of those expectations was around breastfeeding. Whilst I have always seen myself as an open minded, tolerant person I realised (in hindsight - isn't it wonderful?) that I was probably a bit, well, smug about it. I'm afraid I've never had much time for people being militant about anything and I always felt uncomfortable about the those who were so passionate about breastfeeding that their messages seemed to suggest that formula feeding was tantamount to child neglect. I would hate to think I was anything like that but I have to admit that after breastfeeding Cole for almost 12 months when he was born I had a warm, fuzzy feeling that I had done the absolute best for my baby. No nasty formula for my baby. So when Maya was born I was pretty passionate about doing the same with her. Only Maya seemed to have other ideas.
She latched on immediately she was placed on me in the delivery room and she seemed to barely stop for the first 7 weeks. She was colicky as I think I'd mentioned and seemed to get a lot of wind pain that would cause her to cry for hours. At 7 weeks she started getting incredibly fussy when feeding - it could take hours to get a full feed and I could literally spend 4 hours in the evening trying to get her to feed. We even ended up at the children't hospital one evening because she seemed so distressed and although it seemed to be nothing serious the pediatrician suggested I should cut out all dairy from my diet and that after 5 weeks or so her Colic might calm down. When your baby's distressed 5 weeks seems like a lifetime. She was also diagnosed with acid reflux and we were given baby gaviscon to thicken my milk and try and suppress the acid reflux. It was not a great situation.
Out of desperation and trying to get some respite for Maya and for us, we gave her a bottle of formula at bedtime on the advice of the health visitor and my doctor. I was at high risk for post natal depression so they were very concerned that I got sufficient sleep. And she slept better than she had done in weeks. As she'd taken the bottle so well I started expressing some milk and giving it to her from a bottle when she got too distressed to take the breast. The bottle also made giving her the gaviscon easier so we carried on like that for another month.
But she wanted the breast less and less. And gradually more formula crept in. I know the accepted wisdom is that this is inevitable when you start expressing milk but the fact of the matter was she was much more comfortable and settled when she had the formula. She was sick a lot less (she was capable of stupendous projectile vomits!) and better rested. I got to the point where I felt that my milk wasn't the best thing for her - something I never thought I would feel in a million years. So I started to think the unthinkable - give up breastfeeding her and switch to formula. I was unprepared for just how upset I felt at the prospect. It felt like such a rejection of me as a mother and I felt like a complete failure. How could I be a mother, a nurturer, the one who gave birth to her and was able to nourish he when she was growing inside me, and yet I couldn't nourish her now she was here.
I wept buckets of tears. I think I was more or less cried for a week. I wept for the loss of the special bond we had - I loved the fact that only I could do it. I was that one special person she relied on and giving up the breast meant giving up that. Yes, you're tied to them in ways that can sometimes be draining and frustrating but those ties are also totally delicious. I loved the snuggly times when she fed until she fell away from me like she was drunk with sleep and food. I loved her milky little smell. The tiny gulping noises she made when she ate. But unfortunately these times were getting fewer and fewer and were more often replaced with screaming followed by lots of vomiting. It simply wasn't working. Not for me, but more importantly not for Maya.
I'm aware that my writing about this may cause some to disagree with me, or to even get angry. It's in no way my intention to cause offense or dissuade anyone to give up breastfeeding. I'm simply sharing my experience. And it surprised me - I'd expected breastfeeding to be as simple and easy as it was with Cole. But it wasn't - and I was flummoxed.
So after 3 months we switched to formula full time. And it was fine. It was better than fine. Almost over night Maya switched from a colicky, fussy baby with lots of intestinal problems to a happy, much more contented baby who slept well and was much calmer. And once my hormones calmed down a little I realised it was the best thing to do. What I felt when giving up was irrational but totally normal. I've spoken to several women since who've said they felt the same as I did when breastfeeding didn't go as they'd expected.
I know that I could maybe have persevered. Maybe it would have resolved itself. Maybe I shouldn't have even given her that first bottle of formula. There are lots of things I could have done differently. But I didn't, I did what felt best in the circumstances. Even so, I beat myself up royally about it for a while.
We're so hard on ourselves as women, and unfortunately on one another sometimes. I realised that whilst I hadn't been a breastfeeding extremist, I was certainly lacking in empathy for women who didn't breastfeed. I'd made the assumption that they must have stopped nursing because they hadn't tried hard enough.
Maya taught me to expand my ability for compassion and avoid assumptions. When I had Cole I realised that whilst it's our job as parents to teach our children, no one tells you how much they teach you right back. Maya taught me a valuable lesson in releasing expectations and being kinder to myself and others. She's one smart cookie my daughter.
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