Sew Vintage, superstitious, so long summer..

This summer has flown by. The early mornings have been so much more inviting with the sun streaming into the breakfast room when coming down on one's travels to make the first needed cup of tea of the day and cup of milk for the little fella.  Most often done bleary eyed, yawning and half asleep.  We all snuggle up in our big bed, Tallulah if awake would have her ready to drink milk, playing with my fingers as she drinks it down. Sebas, cuddling up with one hand twirling and whirling his hair, a habit he used to do with my hair as a wee babe. Opening the curtains of our 1930's house with a view reveals a scene that never ceases to make us smile. From sitting snuggled we can see across the river to the harbour, the quay, the castle, Conwy town and the mountains beyond.  Everyday of course the scene is slightly different.  The sky can be freshly laundered blue, white clouds maybe scudding along, the flags flying above the castle violently flapping or lying quite still indicating the wind or lack of.. The water sparkling, boats bobbing and dancing or again lying serenely if a still day.  More recently of course the curtains have opened to reveal grey low misty clouds, so low they obscure the mountains, blending in with the grey stone of the Castle and the choppy grey waters below.
 Sunsets are also beautiful from this aspect of the house.  Many evenings have seen the richly embroidered sage green curtains in our room a glow.  The sun's heat can be felt just touching the curtain.  Amber light sifting through the rich chinese tapestry pattern all a blaze, as our little baby drifts off to sleep. However Tallulah has finally moved into her own room now though and sleeps like a dream.  Next to our room she has the same view and the same light, the sun dipping down over where the estuary meets the sea causing the the mountains to turn violet.

The dining room/my sewing room once the littles are all tucked up.  This summer's sewing with England scoring in the World cup  this summer 2014...

This summer I got my sewing mojo back.  The long light evenings inspired me once Tallulah's sleeping at night finally settled down.  I was determined for my own sanity to make some creativity happen, even when tiredness prevailed, which it did a lot. I managed to squeeze the time in to start and carry through a few projects. Now that I have so many friends with little ones I am even more inspired to make for them when occasions arise, and of course my own 2 little ones.

I started with rag dolls.  Most of the little girls we know, which are a fair few, have a rag dolly now.  They are a timeless classic. The fact that they are soft, fabric, and all have a personality of their own from being hand made, makes them all more charming and unique unlike the manufactured plastic dolls. I might even get round to making different outfits for the dolls next, you never know..

Rag dolly upon completion all ready to be wrapped up
opened and loved..!

Rag dolly in the making..

Lady bird dress with Peter Pan collar
She got the bug ..

Strawberries and cream with Peter Pan collar
Summer Vintage 

Ahoy there Captain Sebas standing to attention..!

My own little Pirate Girl ready to swashbuckle..

Getting ready for Conwy Pirates with their very own Rag doll Captain Jack...

Tallulah in her Vintage style shorts and jacket made from a lovely retro print fabric I found in a closing down sale of a local fabric shop.  This was well worn in this summer's warmth.

Tallulah rocking her Vintage style shorts and jacket.

Tallulah with her nain (Welsh for grandmother) in the Vintage Christening gown I was Christened in.

Sebas in his Christening shirt.  He was full of energy on the day and 'flew' around the church as well as the garden with his homemade wings afterwards..

I had bought a vintage cotton Christening gown when pregnant last summer  (even though I didn't know what sex the baby was).  My mum then found the family Christening gown that I was christened in which is silk and lace and was lovely to use.  As it was a hot sunny July day, we got to use both gowns, I changed Tallulah into the cooler cotton one after the church, here she is with it hitched up into her nappy so it doesn't get in her way as she pulls herself up onto her feet!

Pin tucks for the Vintage shirt that I made for Sebastian for his Christening.  I ran out of time to finish the shirt properly so it became a tunic top and a unisex style that Tallulah can wear when she is older.

We decided to have the children Christened this summer.  It was just a family event with Godparents.  I wanted to have the children christened locally and there is a Chapel near us so one sunday in May I took Tallulah with me to a service.  It was a sweet methodist chapel, Tallulah slept for some of the service and then was on my knee cooing and jabbering.  The moment the service finished 2 well dressed ladies in front of me turned around with beaming smiles.  They were so delighted to see a baby in the congregation, and were very helpful.  I managed to get the phone number of the right Reverend to speak to.  Unfortunately though the dates just didn't work so it was back to plan b… but as it turned out plan b worked out for the best.  Across from the Chapel is the local primary school, further along from that is a public footpath that leads through a field along the foot of the Vadre, which is an old Roman fort on a hill with fantastic views of the Estuary and Sea.  All Saints Church is the other end of the footpath and stile and it was in this beautiful church we had the children christened.  It is such a beautiful church and I am really looking forward to taking the children there as a family especially at Christmas and other special events throughout the year.

 Finally have your children ever inadvertently beaten you up? I'm not normally that superstitious but they say things happen in threes…
One lovely bright sunny day day, I was just getting Tallulah ready after yet another nappy change when wham! She stuck one of her little hands with sharp finger nails in my right eye. Thus my eye was a weeping swollen mess. I couldn't open it half the time. Thinking that initially it wasn't that bad we set off anyway to have a jolly and took Sebs to a nearby beach with a mandatory takeaway of  coffee on the way.
Anyway it turned out I had quite a big scratch on the cornea of my eye a doctor at A & E informed me. Eye wateringly so as it happened, my eye was a weeping swollen mess and would not stop tearing up, it felt like there was a large obstruction in it.  The cornea is apparently the most sensitive part of the body. I got prescribed some special antibiotic ointment to put on it  and then a follow up clinic appointment. Things got even better at the weekend though when out and about with the family the next day (with my dark glasses on of course) during lunch I noticed a strange numb sensation in my bottom lip, I couldn't feel it.  I must have ingested some of the ointment from a tear rolling down to my mouth.  A quick look in the mirror showed my lip swelling up so we trotted off to the minor injuries unit at the local hospital and administered some antihistamine tablets from a kindly nurse.  Before seeing her though my darling son on his reins I was holding did a sudden movement and yanked my bad shoulder  (I broke very badly 15 years ago and have a metal replacement joint in). That made me wince to even move my arm away from my body. Anyway, an x-ray made sure everything was ok thank goodness and 3 months on I am seeing a fantastic physio who is helping me get my shoulder back to good working order by checking in with her every so often. All part of my joys of parenting list I'm starting to compile…

Mad March Hair

Our dining room is one of my favourite rooms in the house.  It overlooks the garden at the back and the Crettel design windows and door open out onto a paved area in front of the lawn. Since being here we have changed the windows and the door to double glazed units which making the room feel warmer and more secure. The old windows and door were very draughty and required quite a bit of maintenance.  They have the same style though, And we were determined that the room should keep it's elegant feel and proportions, the door has a very simple white strip pattern detail that has art deco echoes.

We viewed the house virtually a year  ago now (already) and George the old man who had previously lived here must have loved this room too.  He had an armchair facing the garden and his radio and speakers were set up in the windows,  I like to imagine him sitting having a cup of tea and listening to radio 4 whilst watching the blackbirds and squirrels in the garden. He was 96 and had lived here for years on his own having lost his wife 20 years prior. They had no children.  It was George's niece and husband who sold us the house. They were a nice couple, they had their gardener tend to the garden while it was on the market and right up until we exchanged contracts. I was sorry not to meet them as only Mark met them when he went to meet them with his father at the house one time. The house was pretty much set back in time with Axminster carpets in each room.  A rather dark red patterned carpet in the dining room with a thick dusty underlay got ripped out a few weeks after we moved in, revealing a dark oak boarded floor.

The Retro Axminster carpet that encompassed most of the floor of the house.

Being pregnant when we moved in, the carpets harboured so much dust that I couldn't wait to see them go.  The flowery carpet in the living room ran through the entrance hall and up the stairs to the top landing. Together with a thick underlay it was heaven for dust mites but hell unfortunately for us and me my allergies.  So we (or rather Mark) ripped up all the carpets room by room revealing oak and pine wooden flooring. All the carpets went to the tip apart from one gem that we kept from what is to be Tallulah's nursery. We think it is an authentic 1930's carpet that was the stairwell runner and had been stitched together. We aim to clean it up and restore it as a stairwell runner.

The gorgeous 1930's carpet in what will be the nursery.

Spring it feels has arrived.  The days gallop by in a blur of play groups, coffee and fighting tiredness even more so in the last couple of weeks.  Tallulah has been waking more frequently at night, Sebas went through the same phase at this age, it's soo tiring. Sleep regression, very common when breast feeding, they become more alert during the day and don't concentrate so much on feeds so they want more at night. I googled mumsnet to help get some sanity on the situation as it could drive me mad some nights when all I want to do is sleep. There were threads and threads of comments of women in the same boat with their little ones. Reading mumsnet, it appears everything is in code, I went to look at the acronyms and was particularly tickled with some of them especially SWI - Shagging with Intent (trying to conceive), NAK - Nursing at Keyboard ( which a lot of us do), JFGI - Just F**king Google It, LTB - Leave The Bastard, ODFOD - Oh Do F**k Off Dear (the Dear on the end tickled me) MMTI - Makes My Teeth Itch and PITA - Pain In The Arse. We are very lucky in this generation  to have everything at our fingertips. It was a different story for our mothers back in the 1970s.  It can be quite isolating and lonely when it's just you and your bab(ies).

 It reminds me of last Winter on the cusp of Spring, Sebas was going to sleep at a reasonable hour for a change so Mark and I got into viewing some boxsets. We tucked in Sex and the City, which say no more every girl loves and my other half was happy to go along with it as a lot of men do. It was the episode when Miranda first becomes a mum and is struggling with soothing her little one. She bumps into a neighbour who is rather cold with her, but the neighbour sees her struggling and lends her a vibrating chair which works wonders in soothing the little guy. They come to an understanding and the neighbour makes a comment "none of your girlfriends have babies do they? So basically you're f**ked". Never a truer statement though. Unless you know others who have "been there" noone else really has a clue unless they've experienced too.  Unless you have a friend or know someone else you can talk who has a baby then you are very much on your own. It's hard work at the best of times but when you don't have someone giving you little tips or suggestions then it's even harder, but then again maybe some don't know what they're missing..

I've managed to find somewhere to take the little ones every week day morning to get us out of the house and let the worker work in peace if at all possible... Most days we manage to get out at a reasonable hour and get to the required play group/church hall so Sebastian can get stuck into his favourite car and yellow hard hat. Both their personalities are really coming out now, and despite Sebastian being boisterous, they really do love each other. They really capture my heart and mind as I watch them grow and unfold before my eyes.
Today on a sunny Sunday, after a spontaneous visit from friends and once he had woken fresh from his nap we took him to the park.  He didn't play on anything but found the greatest delight from racing around, about under and to the side of all the different climbing frames, slide and seesaw, chasing his shadow. So simple and yet he had the greatest fun and we had the greatest fun with him, hysterical giggles as we took it in turns to run and chase with him …

I finally cut Sebas' hair this month too. It had to be done. One night in the bath I seized my moment and took off a good 3 inches and he looks better for it.  It felt like the little baby was properly gone and the little boy had properly arrived.  Of course I've kept the hair and the curls I cut, it may not ever be that baby blond again or have that innocent curl so I'll keep a lock of it to go in my locket.
I finally got my hair cut too. It made me wonder about hair and how intuitive it can make us feel.  Can we really lose a sense of perception or strength by cutting our hair, a myth of course from biblical Samson references, but does that have undertones of truth about it?

I did find an article about American indians and why they kept their hair long, basically because they could sense their enemy coming up behind them to attack them. It gave them a sixth sense of intuition and perception so maybe there is some weight in it...?

A new year, a new month & the promise of a new season...

Our new year started very understated, in fact around the chime of midnight, all I could hear in the background were fireworks as sleep enveloped me.  Mark gave Lulah some formula in a bottle which she took an ounce of (slightly cheating supplementing? I don't have any qualms about it this time as I need some sleep!) and I grabbed some well needed sleep to see off 2013.

What a year it was though.  We sold two houses, both to the first viewer.  Viewed, fell in love with and bought our beautiful 1930's project house.  To top it all off though, we made and met our lovely little Tallulah. Phew! It can't get more hectic than that, or can it? Well maybe it can especially with a terrible two year old in the house…

January has been and gone already.  When it gets to Epiphany around 12 days after Christmas, I'm always desperate to get  the decorations down, store them away and move on into the year.  The new year always fills me with a sense of hope, new beginnings, a fresh start which is very true in our case.  January can also be the most depressing month.  Post Christmas blues, long dark wintery nights.  It's easy to drag you down especially when you're not seeing much sunlight.  It can make all the difference.

Mr & Mrs Moon, The Oily Cart Theatre Company.

We beat the January blues towards the end of the month with a trip to the Theatre to see Mr & Mrs Moon by The Oily Cart Theatre Company at Clwyd Theatre Cymru in Mold (which also happens to be my work place).  It was absolutely delightful.  I now have the perfect excuse to go to their shows as I've always wanted to see them! They have been coming to Mold for many years now,  always sell out and always get the formula just right providing theatre for 2 - 5 year olds.  A group of us met for the 10.30am showing with our little ones.  We started off in a function room the other side of the art gallery space/corridor from the Studio Theatre, where the children were asked to take off their socks and shoes and were given a bucket and spade.  The actors came through and introduced themselves in character and we all followed them through to the studio theatre.  The children were led along a path with a beach theme to the set which was a circular sand pit in the centre.  The little ones all sat along the edge of the sand with their bucket and spade and were entranced by the characters singing and narrating a story to them.  Mrs Moon was an acrobatic lady suspended above where Sebas was sitting, when she uncurled and stretched her limbs from her sling, his little face along with all the others was absolutely entranced by it. It really engaged him which was an achievement in itself for such a busy little one!




Although being a Wardrobe person I couldn't help but wonder as I sat and watched about the maintenance of the costumes with all that sand…

It was a nice opportunity also to pop in and see my work colleagues who love a bit of baby worshipping and having a hold...

At the very end of January though disaster struck for us in that our little Sebas had an accident.  He fell down four steps on the stairs and ended up in plaster. Sebs had broken 2  little bones on the top of his foot connected to his toes resulting in a plaster cast up to his knee. Poor little man. He was in shock for a bit and very subdued.  That night when he woke later on he slept in bed with us for comfort and he promptly had a nose bleed in the middle of the night.  I thought I was dreaming when I saw dark splodges on the white pillows. Luckily a bar of vanish came in handy for soaking the stains...

Poor little thing although he was only subdued for a day. The following day he started crawling on his knees, the day after that he started to gingerly get on his feet despite us constantly telling him to sit down or get down.  It made me laugh to myself when someone asked if he had crutches. The doctor at the fracture clinic said that the beauty of children at this age and up to about the age of five was if something hurt them or caused them pain then they wouldn't use it.  So, having his foot encased in plaster protected it and supported it.  It obviously wasn't paining him too much to weight bear, although his little foot would swell up as he wasn't elevating it enough, so we had just the odd night where he would whimper in pain as it was aching from him over doing it.  Little children and babies'  bones heal very quickly though so in total he will be in plaster a total of four weeks hopefully rather than us adults who have six weeks.  It hasn't stopped him and if anything he is being more naughty and testing of us more than ever!
 He is lovely though and his language is coming on.  Favourite words are 'ank oo' (thank you) "help" mama, babba and dada as all he wants to do is help. Words are being strung together and he will copy us a lot.  My baby is growing up.  I took my other baby, Tallulah to Alderhey hospital in Liverpool recently on my own rather than bring Sebs too and have him get bored in the waiting areas as it is quite a long day with a lot of waiting around.  I only got slightly lost once near the hospital, I doubted myself and the directions I was following and pulled over to ask someone when I found out it was only 50 yards down the road! I told the doctor about Sebastian and she agreed with me in the fact that it was a positive sign that it was only a little fracture and not a clean break to his femur or Tibula and Fibula.  We go back ironically next month for a check up for him, but the doctor said in the future we could combine the two of them for appointments to save on time and the hassle of getting there.  Tallulah met the doctor and finished with a full Skeletal X-Ray, which turned out to be clear and the cranium plates on her head were clear too (signs of Osteo Genesis Imperfecta can be detected from the skull, Sebastian was clear too) so as you can imagine we were absolutely delighted.  On the whole she is doing well despite a blip with her weight and reflux/sickness which weirdly seemed to get worse a couple of weeks ago.  It was like having a bulimic baby, she was sick after every feed.  She is now on Gaviscon which is really helping and soothing her thank goodness so she can really thrive.

We seem to be busy every week with appointments for either the babies or us. Amidst this diabolical weather and it being the wettest winter for years, the days are flying by.  I don't get much time to do anything (let alone on my own!) bar washing, occasionally hoovering the house, cooking, feeding and changing nappies.  A treat for me is coffee out even if it's takeaway or from a drive through which is a Godsend when they're afternoon napping.  A friend tipped me off about Macdonald's drive through and how she used to take a Grazia or equivalent magazine as a treat and "me-time" for that precious time when not one but two are sleeping as they should be!

  I remember trying to wax my legs in between feeds with Sebas, I managed half of one leg before he indignantly demanded a feed (he must have been around 12 weeks old). I probably managed to wax the other half a week later .. My iPhone is quite a blessing as a source of apps/entertainment and  communication  when being chained to a feed although Sebs can hunt it out and is a little bit too good at swiping the screen and taking selfies.  Still we are having the odd day where the  sun breaks through and the promise of spring is just around the corner.  As I said to my neighbour this morning who came round for a coffee with her 8 week old baby Perl, there are pluses to having a baby in the autumn and winter months. You can get through the winter blues as you're so pre-occupied with your new-born, you don't really care what the weather is like.  By the time Spring makes an appearance your baby has grown, put on weight and all importantly sleeping well (fingers crossed) so you can start to feel human again rather than a walking foggy headed, caffeine addict.  So as you start (hopefully) to feel better in yourself, the world around you is budding and coming to life with a new season...

It was the night before, the night before Christmas....

This pregnancy and birth have made me feel so creative this time.  The only trouble being of course I just don't have the time (or energy sometimes) to do anything!  Five weeks in on a good night I can get  two and a half hours sleep in between feeds and of course nappy changes!  Still not one to moan, it's not forever and at least I'm managing to write a blog which helps keep me sane! Even if it's taking me at least a week to load photos and finish writing this!  And I'm not the only one, as a mum today in Waterstones cafe said she had the same thing with her daughter.  She happened to be on the next table to the four of us, I had got Tallulah out for a sleepy feed and Sebas was doing his usual - wanting to go and play up and down the stairs so Mark could barely get sips of his coffee poor thing.  We normally go when he's at nursery, it's just so much easier!
It's interesting how when you have a new born complete strangers stop and coo and chat in all circumstances from Tesco's to Doctor's Surgeries, Cafes, Art Galleries and just about anywhere!  People's reactions to a baby girl are different too, people are a lot softer when it comes to girls, men almost go to jelly when they see her! It must bring out a protective paternal gene in people.  Different to a boy, although I remember when Sebs was really really tiny, like 2 weeks old tiny, and we stopped off at John Lewis for a coffee, feed change etc, on our way back from Gobowen, and in the cafe queue, a woman really sweetly congratulated me, saying "you clever thing", which was so lovely coming from a complete stranger.  You don't realise how amazing and clever as a mother you are to have grown this perfect little being inside you for 9 months or so, but it is to be celebrated.  With everyone who I know who has a baby I always make a point of congratulating the mother and make her feel just as special, solidarity  I guess to the sisterhood, as without womankind where would we be?!
We have had near life stories from one lady on her way into Tesco's just before Christmas who stopped to admire Talu and told us all about her daughter. She was really interesting though and spoke words of wisdom in that her daughter was grown up and married but had chosen not to have children so sadly this lady would not be a grandparent. However she was saying how being active and into sports and activities had given her daughter such a full and enriched upbringing, there had been absolutely no interest of drugs or alcohol due to the friends and activities she did. What she was trying to say was it's all about getting in with the right crowd I suppose and that's all you want for your childen.  Anyway we have years before we have to worry about things like that. Now we have a daughter I wonder how 'girly' she will be ( I was quite a tomboy as a child) and when I first went to secondary school some of my class mates were scarily boy mad the age of 12,13,  I had barely finished playing with my Sindy dolls! I was big into music, when I was 12 it was Howard Jones, 13 - Aha, luckily the older I got the cooler (I think) it got - The The, The Smiths, The Cure etc!  We will have to put up with One Direction I guess now we have a girl, or the equivalent, in a few years when she starts getting into all that, I've warned Mark he may have to accompany her to concerts when they're older, or sooner in Emma (his daughter's) case as she is 6, but I have a feeling her mum would probably take her anyway...

Back to the festive period though, we were so excited of course to be in our new house and now with 2 children (or babies as they both are really) we decided to host Christmas at home. Yes, we are mad. But when it came down to it it wasn't too bad..  Mark did a big food shop the day before Christmas eve and then at 7.30am Christmas eve morning, he popped out to get our turkey from Edwards the butchers in Conwy and one of the best butchers in the area.

 Christmas cards on the other hand have fallen by the wayside, but under the circumstances it's the one year I hope we can be forgiven for not sending them. The power of social media can be a very handy tool in situations like this, I plan to put up a notice and a festive photo and wish one and all a Merry christmas as a sort of virtual Christmas card from us instead...

One of the lovely stained glass baubles.

So Christmas is looming large now, the big day is just 2 sleeps away!  We have a real Christmas tree in our entrance hall by the stairs which I am really excited about it and it looks just lovely in the space.  I love the smell of real Christmas trees.  We had one every year in the drawing room at Carreg y Groes and I can remember being really young  gazing at the fairy lights on the tree the colours reflecting on the baubles and the tinsel thinking how magical it looked.



 We treated ourselves to some new decorations and lights for the tree.  Wooden and fabric reindeers, glass baubles bought from "The Christmas Shop" in Conwy which is exactly what the shop is,  the main body of the shop specialising in Chocolate and the side annex and upstairs dedicated to Christmas decorations open only in the festive period.  Also on Conwy high street is the best toy shop "Yesteryears",  https://www.yesteryearstoyshop.co.uk  the owners are a really warm, friendly, helpful couple who started their business due to their passion for bespoke, quality, handcrafted, traditional toys rather than the plastic fantastic mass produced options.  We bought some lovely wooden skittles painted as soldiers for Sebas as part of his Christmas present.  Tallulah has got a beautifully crafted and painted wooden Russian Doll, that opens into five different dolls.  They both have something they can keep which is also collectable.

Tallulah's five piece Russian doll.

Two of Sebas' painted wooden soldier skittles.

Christmas family portrait 2013!

Our beautiful tree!

 
 Georgina from the toy shop also gave us a useful tip regarding the tree, to water it daily but to use lemonade which will help it to last longer.  Like bought cut flowers with their sachets (which are just sugar and water apparantly) they love their sugary carbs to keep them fresh.











Last weekend the run up to Christmas,  we had Emma, Mark's daughter over for the day on Sunday.  Emma loves making things and drawing and colouring in.  Great for me as I have someone to do creative things with and I like thinking up simple activities to keep her and Sebastian as he gets a bit better at concentrating on things, busy.   So this time I drew round, very quickly, one of the wooden reindeer decorations so they could become a garland when cut out, so the noses and mouths overlapped and the tails and back legs overlapped too.  I showed Emma how to do some snowflake marks in bright crayons that should show up on the black card we used and away she went.  They looked lovely, we cut them out and she took them home to her mum.  Sebs and I had a go a couple of days before, he had a scribble and a little go with some glitter which got everywhere! But I did manage to cut them out and stick them above the fireplace.

Wooden reindeer with reindeer stencils.

The reindeer garland with snowflakes that Emma did.

Making the garlands reminded me of something I tried with Emma a few weeks ago.  When we were little my mum got us into 'dressing dolls'.  Using paper, scissors, card and felt tips and colouring pencils I used to spend hours creating wardrobes for my doll.  I stumbled across these really brilliant and fun paper doll books by "I love Mel" which are exactly the same thing but all ready to cut out and they are famous characters, namely Kate Moss, Debbie Harry, as well as Lady Gaga and Beyonce.  There is also Adele and Kate Middleton! But I really liked the David Bowie one with the stage costumes too! Great as a fun Christmas present.  There are also Colouring in books of Cara Delevinge, model of the moment, and Lily Allen's album cover 'Alright Still' certainly for big kids just like me who like to draw/colour in!

Debbie Harry paper doll

Debbie Harry Paper Doll.

Debbie Harry Paper Doll.

Kare Moss Paper Doll.

Kate Moss Paper Doll.

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Agyness Deyn Paper Doll.

David Bowie Paper Doll Stage Costume Collection, fab!

Cara Delevinge Colour me good!

What's in a name?

Saint Sebastian painted by Peter Paul Rubens in 1614.    Style: Baroque

I've always loved the name Sebastian. It's a strong name.  The baby name books that we flicked through when deciding defined it as Greek in origin: "Majestic. Venerated. Lovely".  Sebastian is also a  third century saint's name.  Born in c. 256 he was an early Christian saint and martyr.  Commonly depicted in art and literature tied to a post or tree and shot with arrows, it is said that he was killed during the Roman emperor Diocletian's persecution of Christian's.  According to legend Saint Sebastian was rescued and healed by Irene of Rome after being shot by arrows.  But shortly afterwards he criticised Diocletian in person and as a result was clubbed to death in c. 288.  He is venerated in the Catholic and Orthodox Churches.  Saint Sebastian is a popular saint amongst soldiers and atheletes, commonly known as the "Patron Saint of Sports".

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1945 UK first edition hardback cover of Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh.

Sebastian is a name I liked growing up too.  Memories stem from watching the Granada production of "Brideshead Revisited" in the 1980's with Anthony Andrews as the charming but doomed and self destructive character battling alcholism, Lord Sebastian Flyte, with his teddy bear Aloyius.  Based on the novel by Evelyn Waugh we had every episode recorded on VHS video cassettes as my mother loved and still loves that production.

The 1980's series.

A more recent version condensed into a film saw Ben Whishaw who was notably in "The Hour", as the  character of Sebastian.  He did the role justice, and I did enjoy the film but the screenplay had been tweaked so it differed from the book and 1980's series.  Sebastian and Charles' friendship caused uproar amongst purists with a kiss instigated by Sebastian. Whereas the 1980's version was much more subtle, as was the book, with a hint of ambiguity surrounding their close friendship.

Shakespeare also used the name Sebastian in his play "Twelfth Night".  Not a play I am familiar with, I have never studied, read or seen the play but Sebastian is the missing brother to his twin sister Viola.

Other famous Sebastian's are of course Sebastian Vettel, and Sebastian Coe. Vettel is the current reigning formula one champion.  Vettel had totally escaped us when we chose the name, maybe there is a trend now for naming babies after racing drivers, but it is something we didn't intentionally think of!  At the playgroup we go to every wednesday morning there is a little boy the same age called Jenson.
Sebastian Coe  I remember clearly watching on the television with my dad.  As an athlete he competed with his rivals Steve Ovett and Steve Cram for victorious gold medals in the 1980's.  These days The Right Honourable Lord Coe is a  Conservative politician.

The band Belle and Sebastian prompted me to comment to Mark that if we had a girl maybe we should call her Belle …  However our neighbours to the left of us have a little boy a couple of months younger than Sebas called Seth and a dog called Bella so maybe not.  I had visions of calling "Belle" in from the garden from playing and next door's dog come running in also...

After seeing my aunt who lived in Spain when Sebas was only a few months old, she told us that the Spanish shorten Sebastian to Sebas highlighting the "a".  We really liked Sebas as a shortened version rather than the obvious Seb.  However we and everyone else still abbreviate to Seb too,  but people have picked up on Sebas and maybe in the future he will like to be called that too.

For middle names, Mark Peter were chosen after Sebastian's father and grandfathers.  My father's full name was Johannes Miguel Angelus, but contrary to that he was simply known as Petie to everyone! This came from when he was little he was called Jopito after Jopy his father, meaning "little Jopy".   from "Jo Pito" came Petie.  Mark's father's name is Peter, so Peter it was.  We later chose Johannes as a middle name for a boy if the next baby was to be a boy but it was not to be utilised obviously!

For a girl, Tallulah, was always the main contender.  We wanted a name again that was unusual, and we liked the rythymn of the syllables  Tal lu lah, which also goes well with Se bast i an. American Indian in origin, the definition is "Lively, leaping or running water". Spelt without the h on the end, Tallula, has a gaelic meaning that being "princess".  We personally like the American Indian definition.  I have never known any Tallulah's but always have liked the name.   A young thirteen year old Jodie Foster in the children's film Bugsy Malone made in 1976 always sticks in my head singing "My name is Tallulah". We chose Paz Rosita as middle names, both family names.  Paz is my middle name, Spanish for peace, the z is pronounced 'th' 'path'.  When my parents registered my birth they did not know the spelling of Paz and so on my birth certificate it is spelt Path!  Rosita is after my father's mother, Rosa.  Rosita is a deriative of her name, with the 'ita' on the end it means little rose.

 Tallulah Bankhead is probably the most famous namesake.  Outrageous,  outspoken, and uninhibited, she was a pretty racy character, known as much for her vices - cocaine, alcohol, hysterical tirades, and scandulous affairs with both men and women,  as she was for her winning performances on stage.  Born on 31st January 1902, her mother tragically died of Septicemia (blood poisoning) when she was 3 weeks old.  Tallulah was brought up by her paternal grandmother whom she was named after, Tallulah James Brockman Bankhead,  together with her elder sister Evelyn Eugenia.

Born into the powerful Bankhead-and-Brockman political family, active in the Democratic party in Alabama and the South.  Her father was the speaker  of the United States House of Representatives from 1936 to 1940.In 1917, a fifteen year old Bankhead boldly left her established Alabama political family and fled to New York City to fulfill her relentless need for attention and become a star.   Five years later she crossed the Atlantic, immediately finding her place as a fixture in British society and the most popular actress in London's West End.  By the time she returned to America in the 1930's, she was infamous for  throwing marathon parties, bedding her favourite costars and neglecting to keep her escapades secret from the press.  At times, her notoriety distracted her audience from her formidable talent and achievements on stage and dampened the critical response to her work.  As Bankhead herself put it, "they like me to 'Tallulah' you know - dance and sing and romp and fluff my hair and play reckless parts." In the 1950's she became an increasingly heavy smoker, smoking 150 cigarettes a day. She once tried to seduce Marlon Brando who was twenty years her junior, but he turned her down on account of her bad breath.  Still her reputation as a wild, witty over-the-top leading lady persisted until the end of her life at the age of sixty-six.

So both my children have names the same as flamboyant, fast living characters, one a fictional, charming yet self destructive drunkard.  The other an outrageous actress, I just hope the outrageous, promiscuous and self destructive traits  are not inherited from the names!

A biography & Autobiography by Joel Lobenthal of Tallulah Bankhead.

Tallulah in the early 1920's.

This footage features amongst others the actor also recognisable for  playing the lion in "The wizard of Oz" singing "I'll take Tallulah" from the 1942 film "Ship Ahoy".

"I'll Take Tallulah" from "Ship Ahoy" 1942.

Thursday's Child

35 weeks and 6 days pregnant in hospital.

Thursday 14th of November 2013 dawned wet and windy.  The scheduled day of my cesarean section.  Our baby's birthday, potentially.  To be honest I was half expecting it either not to be happening today or to have a long wait nil by mouth, snoozing on the bed. I had barely slept that night,  a couple of hours or so,  snoozing while waiting seemed an attractive option. What with trips to the loo which could always be tricky to drift off again after and a brain that kept whirring around I was waiting for the alarm to go off at 5.30am.  I had my black tea that I was allowed and then another zantac tablet to reduce the acid in my stomach in readiness for being 'unzipped'.

   We were all ready to leave by 7.20am, record time!  We dropped Sebs off at Mark's parents who regularly have him and he always has a lovely time with them.  Bang on 8am we arrived at the maternity unit and were ushered into the ward familiar from 2 years prior.  I was in a bed by the window and there was a gown there ready and pjs for Mark.   A lady I'd met at the pre-op the previous day whilst waiting in the queue for the loo to do a 'sample' got chatting. Her voice got higher and squeakier with excitement as I said I was planned for a section the next day "me too!"  I'd had a cesarean 2 years previously, "me too!!"  I don't know what I'm having, "me too!!!"  She seemed sweet and along with another girl who was having her first baby we were the three.  None of us had really slept.  As Mark went to the loo, 2 midwives came with pre op questions for me, when I asked what order we were going in she told me I was first. Wow.  It was happening now, no delays this time, it certainly made up for last time!  We got changed into our gear. No 'Catch me if you can' from Mark either by trying to assume the  identity of a consultant doctor.  A tip the character in the the film played by Leonardo Di Caprio picked up from watching Doctor Kildaire as research, "Do you concur?" As if.

 The doctor who was going to deliver the baby came and introduced himself, he shook my hand and spoke kindly  explaining about the delivery and all the SCBU backup in place.  Nerves were kicking in despite having been here before.  It wasn't for myself it was for my baby. Although the pregnancy had gone really well and despite being a bit creakier this time (and older) I don't think any expectant mother relaxes totally until they have their newborn safe & sound in their arms. After going to the loo yet again it was then time to walk through. We said our goodbyes, Mark had to sit outside and wait while they got me ready and administered the epidural.  I knew the drill as I sat on the edge of the trolley, the staff were all friendly and chatty, but I couldn't disguise the wave of apprehension and emotion I was feeling and it tumbled out. I blamed it on tiredness too.  One of the anaethetists it turns out has children at the school right by our house and he was telling me about a play group at the foot of the Orme in Llandudno where you can take your child and leave them for a couple of hours from the age of two. This was whilst they first of all sprayed my back with such a cold spray it took my breath away. They numbed where the needle went in and while I could still lift my legs got me to lie down. My feet and legs started to feel warm and heavy an odd sensation.  All the while another anaethetist kept asking how I was feeling. Waves of nausea washed over me and this time they got too strong and I was sick, all to do with the blood pressure dropping. The anaethetist was quick to insert something in the tube that was in the back of my hand to bring me back. It was an ongoing cycle. They brought Mark through and he was there by my side. He told me to think of all the favourite food I could eat as they began to prepare for the birth, to distract me more than anything.  Cold spray checks on my legs to check for numbness were slightly weird as I could feel the pressure of the spray on my legs and tummy and then coldness with the pressure by my chest.

It was a quiet, concentrated delivery, they asked Mark if he wanted to have a look at our baby being born.  He did and straightaway he was quick to tell me "It's a girl". A girl!! I still can't quite believe it now as I was convinced we would probably have a little brother for Sebas.  She cried just like her big brother "wah,wah,wah,wah, why did you have to get me out of my comfy bedwomb into this bright strange world?" She was and is perfect, 5lb 8oz at 9.53am. I felt elated, joyous and  then absolutely tired out.  My emotions had overwhelmed me earlier  like a big tidalwave. They checked her over. Perfect little fingers toes, straight feet and a head full of hair just like Sebas. A radio was playing in a room just off and we strained to listen, it was Robbie Williams "No Regrets"... Mark held her and we had photos, all the staff  were really sweet congratulating us and genuinely delighted for us.  As Mark brought her to me, he commented "she knows you" as I welcomed her and felt her warm little body wrapped in hospital towels next to me.  We named her straightaway Tallulah Paz Rosita.

It seemed to take longer putting me 'back together' this time, I felt so tired all of a sudden I closed my eyes and I could hear Mark showing concern, but the staff reassured me and him that the anaesthetic had a sedative in it which was probably making me a bit woozy.  As Mark held Tallulah in the recovery room she had her little hands to her mouth sucking and showing all the signs of wanting feeding so she knew what she wanted straightaway!  Feeding was no problem, she was a natural and for such a little thing has a very strong suction, quite pinching at first! But latching on became a lot easier this time and we are well established a week on.  In comparison with Sebastian, he was a hungry boy who wanted feeding all the time and I got terribly sore, enough to have me on the verge of tears. But I didn't give up and after 2 weeks we cracked it, I was determined I wanted to feed him myself and we got there.

Little dormouse.

The proud daddy stayed with us for a bit and then went to join Sebas at his mum & dad's. Together with my mum and her husband Jamie they all came back at 3pm and Mark was carrying Sebas. I had been worried that Sebas might get jealous if he first saw the new baby being fed by me, and as it turns out typically she decided she was due a feed when they all arrived. But I needn't have feared as he seemed really interested in seeing Tallulah and kept wanting to pat/stroke and kiss her, Tawuwah as he later called her when we were home.  A bottle of champagne was discreetly opened and we all toasted Tallulah, I sat back hooked up to a beeping machine attached by wires which ran to the intravenous needle in my hand and sipped my champagne, just half a glass you understand.  Again reminiscent of  two years previously when we had been toasting our first born son and heir!  Two sets of grandparents cooed over her and passed her round for cuddles and it was taken in turn to take Sebas for a little walk on his reins out of the ward as he got fidgety. The hour was soon up and everyone dispersed. Once my lot had gone and I shut my eyes.  I could hear crying "mummy, mummy, mummy" travelling out of the ward and getting more distant as it went down the corridor. I recognised the voice of the pre op lady as a midwife talked to her, "he didn't want to go did he Irene?" Irene's husband and 3 other children had been to visit and from the sounds of it her little boy didn't want to leave her..  Irene had had a baby boy, and a very hungry boy he was, he also wanted lots of cuddles. She called him Abraham.  I didn't see Irene and Abraham until Saturday afternoon, they wheeled her bed into the bay opposite me, she was on her feet and we congratulated each other, she'd lost a lot of blood and had had to have a blood transfusion.  Abraham had his daddy's features as all babies in my opinion do, a shock of black fluffy afro hair and his parents' complexion of  brown smooth shiny skin.  Tallulah looks very like Sebas did when he was born, loads of brown/dark blonde hair that when it catches the light has  a blonde sheen to it. She is tiny but perfectly formed, rosie in colour it seems apt that Rosita, a deriative of Rose in spanish and the name of my dad's mother, is one of her middle names.

That night very heavy and twitchy eyed I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.  The only food that had been offered that first day had been sandwiches which helped kept me going for a while but inevitably I just needed to sleep.  I woke with a start.  Disorientated I rang the bell, not knowing what time it was and panicking that I had missed feeds. The midwife came, I was still bed bound from the epidural, so the midwife had to pass Tallulah to me for a feed. It was 3am and I had fallen asleep about 1am after the last feed 3 hours ago. I really thought I had slept all night at first!  This was a pattern I would have to get used to again.  It was quite a shock to the system the first time round but this time round it seems easier and Tallulah seems a really good baby so far.  She feeds every 3 hours or so and then sleeps so I can get some rest in. Albeit in broken chunks though.

Mark came the next morning on his own, his mum again so fantastic had been happy to have Sebas so that Mark could have a little time with me and Tallulah.  I got out of bed and on my feet, it didn't feel so bad this time I was moving fairly easily considering and Mark accompanied me to the shower where I had a big dressing on my middle that I had to soak thoroughly and then peel off like something from an Egyptian mummy.  They had moved Tallulah and my belongings through to the next post natal ward when clean and refreshed I came back through.  I felt so much better for being up and on my feet.  Mark couldn't stop cuddling Tallulah, despite always saying he wanted another boy as a companion and playmate for Sebastian, he was and is absolutely smitten with his little girl.  He told me that last night Sebastian had been missing me which gave me a sudden lump in my throat! He had been calling "mamma, mamma", when reading bedtime stories as I would always read to him.  He went to sleep quite well but then during the night he shuffled through in his grobag and came round uncharacteristically to my side of the bed.  He normally stops at Mark's side nearest the door.  Mark let him sleep the rest of the night on the bed with him.  In the morning he was looking under the pillow for me...   We decided it would be good to bring him that afternoon to visit to see me again and then he might understand that I wouldn't be coming home that night either.

The magazine may nearly be bigger than her but she's already got her eye on it.
One week old.

As it turns out I was discharged the following day, the saturday, and it was a relief to be going home. It was late afternoon by the time everything was sorted, medication, rattling with pain killers, and notes for the midwife. Sebas and Mark did a couple of trips with bags to the car to kill time and to keep Sebas amused while the paperwork got sorted.  It was a beautiful, clear, starry night, the moon was high in the sky and waxing up to be full the next night.  The hospital was empty and ghostlike as we walked through, normally bustling and full of people, corridors were empty bar the very odd visitor.  We went straight home and got back in good time to give Sebastian his tea and have something ourselves.  Last time we had family all so excited to meet Sebas, it was tricky but we decided in the end to visit Mark's parents where a lot were congregated, it meant we could have that first weekend to ourselves. It backfired though and we therefore didn't get home until nearly 8pm, and had a most unsettled and exhausting first night, poor little Sebas.  Determined not to go through that again we came straight home and little Tallulah was so placid and chilled in settling in in comparison.


The midwife who had visited us at home last time had told Mark off for not bringing us straight home from the hospital.  She had come early the next morning which was cold clear and frosty and was quite serious. She could see how tired I was and warned that I needed to rest as much as I could.  Kay was her name and she visited us again this week when Tallulah was a week old. She apologised when I recounted the last time we met, but she had been absolutely right.  Up in the bay window of our sunny bedroom our little baby girl lay peacefully in her moses basket with a backdrop of the river, Conwy and the Snowdonia mountain range in the background.  The glorious sunshine turned out to be the best spot for her as she was slightly yellow in her first week.  Her weight had dropped down to 5lbs1oz that first sunday, perfectly normal, we were home when Sharon my practice midwife came for the first visit.  When Kay came later in the week and did the heel prick, Tallulah's weight was creeping up and by friday when Sharon came again she was 5lb4oz.  Sharon has now discharged me.  Happy with everything we will speak this week and then Sue the health visitor will start to visit and we will get a red book which will chart Tallulah's growth and development.  Thursday's child has far to go.

Baby worshipping.

Sebastian, Mark & Tallulah (or Tawuwah)

Nesting,Knitting, Vogue and Reminiscing.

 The dishwasher has been plumbed in this last week, finally, (hurrah!) and the rather disgusting lino that was on the kitchen floor has been lifted up to reveal some lovely deep pinky red quarry tiles that after about 6 goes of mopping from my other half came up gleaming, a vast improvement!  Sebastian found it very exciting when I demonstrated how good they could be for dancing on...
Since turning another year older last month, when asked what I wanted for my birthday I had to really think about it. With all that was going on I struggled at first to come up with something practical but then of course I got inspired.  My lovely workmates wanted to get me something and got me season 5 of Madmen at my suggestion.  I had the box set of series 1-3  when I had Sebas and it came in very handy through all the epic feeds.  I would look forward to sitting down with the laptop at my side and watch an episode with a baby snuggled on me.  Even Mark got into it a bit. I still have season 4 to watch, so that and season 5 will keep me happy when feeding the newest addition...
So then I received my first copy of December's issue of Vogue a week ago. A real treat I think to get an annual subscription to a glossy mag, and what's even more great is it lasts throughout the year. Thanks mum! Again perfect just to have something as a bit of escapism from all the nappy changing ahead.  Buying a copy of October's issue prior to this had got me thinking as it had a great page about grandmothers and how inspirational they are. I found this great website www.granniesinc.co.uk dedicated to grannies who love knitting and will knit designs to order.  A friend of mine, Eleri, has a little girl who has a very industrious grandmother.  Every time we would meet up little Mabli would be wearing a new creation be it a little cardigan, tank top or slip on dress, hot off the press, she always looked lovely!  When I first looked on Grannies inc  I saw a lovely little poncho although we still have so many baby clothes from the first time that we don't really need to buy anything, at least not straightway.  I've never really got that into knitting though, (although there's still time one day) I remember starting to knit a scarf in college it was rather of the style of Tom Baker/Dr Who with different panels of colour, probably as I kept running out of wool.  I did even get quite adventurous and try purl but I never learnt to cast off so the scarf kept getting longer and longer and wider then narrower depending on the type of wool used. It's probably in a box somewhere still on a knitting needle waiting to be finished (or unravelled!)

The latest issue of Vogue will come into hospital with me although from what I've flicked through and seen which isn't very far is the Arts page.  A new book "Priscilla" by a writer called Nicholas Shakespeare  remembers his extraordinary aunt who he described as having a "shed-load of secrets".  She was especially distinctive for her  Hermes handbag which was her statement accessory  inseparable to her. Going back in time to 1937 aged 20, three months pregnant and penniless, she was crossing the channel journeying to France to get an abortion. On the Newhaven steamer she meets Robert a Vicomte from Normandy. "The tall young blonde on deck  reminded Robert of a "cork in a rough sea". In Paris he got Priscilla's number from her best friend Gillian Hammond, an art student, and invited Priscilla to the Folies Begere.  He had no idea when she danced non-stop that Priscilla was following the orders of an abortionist, hoping to bring on miscarriage.  From Gillian, Priscilla learned to put her odds and ends in a handkerchief, which she dropped the whole time, so that Robert was finally moved to whisper to Gillian: "Don't you think she could do with a handbag?" He subsequently took her to Hermes and bought her a beautiful leather bag and they married in 1938.

Priscilla By Nicholas Shakespeare - a tempting read...

Yesterday we brought out the moses basket, the rose embroidered nursing chair, and the changing unit all into our bed room. I did about 3 loads of washing of muslins, baby blankets/bedding and general build up to the big day washing. Before we moved house I'd washed and stored in sealed plastic boxes all the baby gro's so they were all organised and ready to wear. Our bedroom feels more organised and clear too,  the bay window now is all set up with the nursing chair and moses basket, I'm looking forward to sitting by the window facing the view of Conwy and the Snowdonia mountains in the distance. Beautiful.

 It's such a precious feeling, feeling your unborn baby moving inside you, comforting and reassuring you. I'm sitting here with a glass of the hard stuff (full fat milk) my nightly tipple and that always provokes a surge of movement,  stirring of appreciation, as well as the very gentle and rhythmic pattern that has to be hiccups! I will miss it in a way.  It's getting to the stage now though depending on what I'm doing especially if I'm on my feet that I'll be visiting the loo 3 times in an hour. The same at night, I'm sure I'm not alone in saying I've had some very broken nights of sleep. It's also been more uncomfortable notably in this last week on my hip, pressure on the pelvis, the pregnancy hormone 'relaxin' is to blame as it does just that, relaxes and loosens the joints. At least we're on the home run now so to speak. I do feel for all those women who go full term and then some.  I'm having a planned caesarean section as my pelvis would not take the strain of natural birth. I have a risk of fracturing easily (Osteo Genesis Imperfecta) so it was never questionable.

 Last time with Sebastian it went very smoothly, pregnancy through to birth, although we had a bit of a waiting game even though it was planned. I was booked in to have my baby on the thursday, Mark and I got there bright and early at 8am, we both got 'gowned up' me in my lovely hospital gown and Mark in his theatre pyjamas. We waited, and waited and waited.  That day there were three of us having cesareans. Yours truly unfortunately had the short straw and was number three on the list.  Being nil by mouth all day there was nothing else to do but lie on the bed, Mark was at my side in a chair and we both ended up snoozing on and off intermittently.  Patient one got wheeled off to have her baby at around 9am, a nice girl I had a bit of a chat with her, she had a 2 year old daughter and from the sounds of it had to have a caesarean last time due to her pelvis not being able to take it either.

 The next, a Polish girl, got wheeled off to have her baby.  Mark sloped off to the hospital canteen to have some big plate of pasta or something equally tasty as well gulping down a nice refreshing drink while I stayed put, being rationed to have the very occasional sip of water.  Anyhow it got to the end of the day and we pretty much knew when the nurses eventually came that they had had emergency cases. I was to stay the night and they would 'do me' so to speak in the morning.  I quickly got clothed and we went to the canteen. Back in the antenatal ward after eating Mark popped in with me, the department were so busy that they had wheeled in to my ward new mothers who had just given birth with their brand new babies.  The girl next to me told us it was her fifth boy and that she wasn't allowed any more before promptly curling up on her bed exhausted with her brand new babe in its plastic 'salad bowl'. Great. What sort of night was it going to be?! Surrounded by crying new borns that's what!

Before anything else happened though a nurse came through and apologised  saying sweetly that they wouldn't do that to me -  i.e make me sleep in a ward full of new borns.  So I was transferred into the next antenatal ward which was somewhat quieter (for now).  I had a bath, read, wrote in my diary and then as it got to about 10pm the beds started rolling in. One bed that became my neighbour separated by a thin curtain was hooked up to a machine to check the heartbeats, so the intermittent beeps sounded, reassuring and frequent. As time went on though it turned out she was a snorer and a very loud manly one.  The mum of five boys from the previous ward popped her round the door at one point, I don't know if she could hear the snoring from outside, I wouldn't be surprised if she did but she looked into the room and then at me and gave me a quizzical, sorry for me  "Wtf is that noise?"… look!

 Hospitals. I don't think anyone ever sleeps well in them (even with ear plugs). Anyway it got to morning, nil by mouth.  Mark arrived, we sat and waited.  Mr Klazinga who was my really nice obstetrician came through mid to late morning apologetically saying "don't shoot the messenger"… Basically we were delayed again as not all the back up SCBU (Special Care Baby Unit) were present.  Due to my medical history they wanted to have everything in place, which we totally agreed with.  A nurse bought me a sandwich and a drink and I quickly got dressed. I was asked if I wanted to stay the weekend (!) or I could go home, so I very politely said I would prefer to go home and see them bright and early on Monday morning.
We had a a great weekend.  The Conwy Feast was on, a vibrant, busy and increasingly popular food festival right on our door step.  We walked down from our little terraced house just outside Conwy's walls in to the milling hubub of people, smells and tastes on both days. Funnily enough one of the staff from the maternity ward was visiting someone in our road on the saturday and recognised us which was bizarre, I did a double take and almost said the classic "I didn't recognise you without your uniform".  A great sociable weekend was had, the weather was dry, lots of friends were out and about who we kept bumping into, and we got to sample some tasty world cuisine on both days sitting on Conwy quay, chatting. It was perfect.

Monday morning arrived 24th October 2011. At 12:21pm, with 'one two three shake your body down' repeat, warbling out of the cd player in the hospital theatre (the staff kept apologising as it was the only cd they had) the doctor held my baby up in his arms "WahWahWahWah".  Mark at my side was smiling, speechless, in awe...until prompted by the doctor and nurses... "Are you going to tell her what it is?" After a pause "It's a boy" he said proudly full of love beaming down at me, the emotional flood gates opened and I burst into tears of joy.  6lb3oz, an impressive weight coming from my tiny 4ft 10 frame. After having our first family photo Mark then totally smitten went and sat with Sebastian in the recovery room, we named him straightaway. "There's serious male bonding going on there" said one of the staff as they performed what felt like washing up in tummy. The cd was a compilation and "I'm not in love" by 10cc came on next, ethereal and mellow while they finished rummaging in my tummy and put me back together.

The smiles say it all.

Later that day just as the proud grandparents were about to come through for visiting time, Mark told me that Sebastian had a problem with his foot. His left foot was a club foot, it had got into a funny position in the womb and was turned in to the right. As new parents it was alarming and upsetting for us, Mark had seen it in the operating theatre, but the staff had reassured him and said it was nothing to worry about, it was very common and could be treated quite easily. They were of course right.  I remember those first couple of nights in hospital, Mark had gone home and googled it to find out more information about it and yes it was easily treated by manipulation, plaster casting and wearing boots and a bar as a brace to keep the foot in the right position.  Mark even found out that footballer Stephen Gerrard was born with a club foot, so there is hope!
 When Sebas was 2 weeks old we went to Gobowen and started seeing the doctor at the clinic there.  Weekly we would go and for 5 weeks they would recast his leg each time manipulating his little foot  into a better position.  We got to bath him as a treat in between plaster casts before being newly set again.  I found out from chatting to other parents at the clinic that some babies have feet that are pushed in and even up the leg, so Sebastian's case was fairly mild compared with some poor little mites.  He responded well to the treatment and to our joy was out of plaster for his very first Christmas.  On the plus side also he did not need to have surgery to release the achilles tendon in his heel, as his heel was stretching well by itself.  He then spent 10 weeks solidly in the boots and bar,  day and night with a little bit of bath and respite time out.  Then it was just wearing the boots and bar at night which he still does now.  We were told he would have to wear them until he is 4 or 5, but it may not be quite so long as it does appear that he has Osteo Genesis Imperfecta so his ligaments may be softer.  We noticed Sebas had blue sclera (whites of the eyes) like myself when he was born which is a sign of my Brittle Bone condition. It was always going to be a 50/50 chance.  Sebs went for a full skeletal x-ray on the second day of his little existence and came back clear.  During the last couple of years he's had trips to AlderHey to see a specialist there, the prognosis being any sign of fracture come back, but they cannot test his bone density until he is 3 as there are no records to compare to earlier than that.  However so far it is looking really good, he seems to be a robust little boy, has had his fair share of tumbles and gave me a huge fright falling off the bed when much smaller but no sign of fracture came up on the x-ray thank goodness.  So we are crossing our fingers and toes that he has it very mildly which is what the specialist seems to think.  We were also waiting for the results from the cranium plate x-ray taken just after birth which could indicate evidence of Osteo Genesis Imperfecta, to our delight they came clear another good sign…

In comparision I had experienced my first fracture when I was a tiny tot apparantly 6 months old or younger, a green stick leg fracture from getting my leg wrapped around a bar when being picked up.  I also had clicking hips (which Sebas was checked for and was fine) and subsequently had to wear a contraption over my nappy to keep my hips in place so I sat like a frog for 9 months. The whites of my eyes were the clear indication and diagnosis to the doctor  that I had Osteo Genesis Imperfecta. Although I have always been a milder case, not like some poor folk who fracture so easily.  Today there are biphosphates that can be administered intravenously to help a child's bones be much stronger in density than they ever were in my day.  Back in the 1970's and 1980's a glass of milk was the "medicine" if it could even be called that.