Happy Nappy Wetsuit Review

The happy nappy wetsuit is a swim nappy and wetsuit in one. It is designed to prevent leaks and keep baby warm when swimming.

We have just got back from our first holiday as a family of four. In the mad rush to pack everything whilst trying to juggle a cluster feeding baby and an excited toddler I didn’t have time to try on his wetsuit before leaving.  The first time we put it on was in the changing rooms just before going swimming. I was really impressed with how well the wetsuit fitted. It was the perfect length in the body and tight enough around the legs to keep any leaks in but also not too tight to be uncomfortable or bulge. One thing I love about Splash about UK is the fact that they don’t have generic sizes by babies age. By inputting a few measurements into their size calculator it will tell you what size you need for your baby. Luckily in Eli’s case it was spot on. The wetsuit can be a bit hard to get on but the zip at the back is really useful. I must admit when I was walking to the pool I did feel a bit smug and proud because he looked so cute in the Noahs’s ark print which I love. This was his first time swimming. At seven weeks old I wasn’t sure how he would find the whole experience, so many new sensations and noises. He loved it though and I am sure it was partly down to the wetsuit which kept him lovely and warm. At one point we stopped to get a drink and I had planned on drying him off and wrapping him in his towel but he was so cosy and relaxed in his suit he fell straight to sleep on the changing mat and had a super long nap.


  • Feels really well made and high quality
  • looks great and comes in a massive range of different prints.
  • prevents embarrassing leaks
  • keeps baby warm while swimming


  • Its a little tight to get on but then all wetsuits are.

I love this wetsuit so much I will definitely be going back for another when he outgrows this (that wont be long at the rate this little dumpling grows) We will be starting swimming lessons soon and this suit will meet all the requirements, keep him warm and look good at the same time. I would one hundred percent recommend these wetsuits for baby swimmers.


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Best night yet

Dear Eli

Seven weeks old and you have had some great adventures already. I am writing this at 5am and have been awake since 4am, for a change I can’t blame you for me being awake. After several horrendous nights you surprised and delighted me with your best night yet 7:30-1:30am and then a wake up at 4am. My body has decided that it has had enough sleep now so momsomnia has kicked in.

I had put your awful nights down to a bit of silent reflux, something I have suspected you suffered with since you was born, it seemed to get worse this last week and I even debated a trip to the drs after a few evenings of screaming and very unsettled days. From the early hours of the mornings you was waking uncomfortable and gassy spending the rest of the night trumping, grunting and leg crunching. I learnt some massage techniques with Eva which really help but only offer you temporary relief so I decided to try infacol. You have been having it at most feeds for a day and a half now so this fab night could be as a result of this. It’s a coincidence if not.

This last week has been a game changer. You are not a new born any more and so also not quite as flexible. You are more awake, more alert, have found your arms and smile. This all equals a need for more of my attention. Something I would love to give you every second of but something I am trying to learn to share with Eva. I am trying to find that balance but a baby and toddlers needs are very different so it is tricky. I feel very guilty sometimes as I don’t feel you get enough of my time but i don’t think that is the reality as you are always with me.

We are off on your first holiday very shortly and our first holiday as a family of four. It’s ridiculous how much stuff I need to pack. So much so that I don’t think it will fit in the car so we are borrowing grandads minibus. I can’t wait to take you swimming for the first time. You seem to love the water and haven’t cried for one bath time yet. In fact often you cry up to bath time but as soon as I get you undressed ready you seem to relax. We get the most smiles during or just after the bath so hopefully that will be the same for the swimming pool. I need to look into getting some swimming lessons arranged as it was my favourite activity to do with Eva.

You are such a big boy I worry that we will try and speed you up. I look at you sometimes and it is hard to remember you are just seven weeks old. You have been in 3-6 month clothes for weeks now and look more like a five month old. I promise to try and remember how young you are and not try to grow you up quicker to match your size.

Oh gosh I burst with love when I look at your sleeping little face. You still smell amazing and now I get rewarded with smiles I wish I had more hours to spend making silly faces at you.

I can’t wait for more adventures and as hard as this journey is now I am a mum to two I can’t wait to watch yours and Eva’s relationship grow. I know already that hearing you both cry together, at the same time is one of the worst sounds ever. I can only assume and look forward to the moment when you both laugh in unison? I suspect I will pop at hearing the best sound in the world.

Lots of love and snuggles


A Special Selfie

Dear baby Eva,

Some things are too special to get lost. Most of the things I am referring to are not actually things at all. Moments, memories, relationships. They come in all shapes and sizes but realising their importance so they can be saved forever is crucial. Today I received something that to the casual observer would seem very ordinary. To anyone else it may have raised a brief smile before being deleted and lost. But to me I recognised its importance and need to be saved forever, or at least until you are old enough to appreciate it and see its value.

A selfie to most people is a fairly standard part of life. at some point the majority of us will have turned our phone around and captured a moment with ourselves as the main subject. Most of these selfies will be destined to be deleted or remain unseen due to a lack of self-confidence, bad styling, unflattering angles, the list goes on but for the special select few they will receive heavy editing and some fancy filters before being plastered on social media portraying an extraordinary and inspiring life. I’m not dissing the selfie or the selfie takers, we have all done it. I am just wanting to highlight to you how ordinary and uninspiring most selfies are.

However today I received this..

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If you are reading this as a grown up and have somehow developed a career as a selfie critic then on first appearance this would not rank high amongst all the carefully styled and polished selfies doing the rounds. For starters the lighting and camera angle leaves a lot to be desired amongst many other flaws which I will not go into. So what is so special about this particular selfie? I will come back to the answer shortly but first I need to ramble on with a bit of background.

My mother in law, your grandma is a very interesting lady. As a person I find her a mostly, wonderful contradiction.

Grandma one  – Is religious and moral her family and faith will always come first. So well organised she could tell you to the penny how much has been spent dining in her favourite restaurant over the last ten years. Incredibly intelligent and well cultured she likes to do things properly, like wear hats to weddings, really big ones and send cards for every occasion.

Grandma two – Is a hard, ruthless Yorkshire woman. An alcoholic, social butterfly who can drink most people under the table and has to stop to talk to everyone in sight (even if they try to hide or run away) One minute you are walking your dog, the next you have been ‘Bernied’ and you know all about every grandchild she has, the milestones they have reached and have unwittingly signed yourself up to the annual Christmas eve gathering. Oozing self-confidence that most people dream of she could happily blag her way out of or into most situations, telling the odd ‘little’ white lie along the way.

I tried to get away and move to a different county but your Leeds born and bred Grandma sold up and followed us here. Moving just a few minutes drive away and to my surprise and delight what a god send that has been.

Back to the selfie.

I instantly smiled when I received it to my phone earlier today. You was having a grandma day so I could have a little one on one time with Eli and the housework (by housework I mean Netflix) I replied instantly with a smiley face and some sarcastic comment about grandma being cool. She replied informing me it was her first ever selfie. That makes it a pretty special photo in itself but it also represents your relationship together which is becoming priceless. You are her first and only granddaughter up to now and unless Uncle Alex and Aunty Sam surprise us any time soon you will be her only granddaughter. We have a beautiful arrangement which has naturally evolved over time and gives you special time with your grandparents and me some welcome toddler free time for the boring, practical things that us adults have to do. There was a point when your grandma couldn’t wait to get her hands on you and it drove me mad. As a breastfed baby who wouldn’t take a bottle, leaving you with anyone was not an option for me and not something I had any desire to do. Any way slightly reluctantly at some point I started leaving you for the odd hour here and there while I did the grocery shopping or went to an appointment, always rushing back as soon as I could as I hated being separated from you. That hour or so gradually got longer until grandma was looking after you for the occasional full day and then the happier you seemed with being left, the more comfortable I felt and evolution progressed onto the occasional over night visit with grandma. It is so special to see you both together and I love how happy you are to leave me and how equally happy you are to see me again when you come home. You usually go to grandmas for two days a week and one night. you literally have her wrapped around your little finger and I love hearing about all the exciting things you get up to together. I remember spending the night at my grandmas when I was younger and they are amongst some of my fondest memories so I hope that will be the case for you.

So for me the reason this selfie is so special is because it symbolises your very special, ever evolving relationship. You keep her young and she grows you up.

A selfie first, her first granddaughter, the look on your faces, how your hood is up because she will have been worried you might get too cold, the smile on your grandmas face because she is with you. So many things to love about such a simple selfie.

So I have saved it for you and hope you see and appreciate its value when you are older.

Love Mummy





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Oh Evalyn, oh Elijah
If only you knew
How precious time was
How quickly you grew.
Your age once marked in a number of days
As the days increase you change in so many ways.
In a blink of an eye the days turn into weeks
You reach various milestones and will learn how to speak.
Oh Evalyn, oh Elijah
If only you knew
How time just vanishes
No matter what you do.
I spend the days in a conflicted way
Searching for spare minutes but longing for the end of the day.
I dream and wish I didn’t need sleep
So I could play with you all day and at night hoover or sweep.
I rush around trying to fit it all in
But it’s a fine balancing act when you spread yourself thin.
Oh Evalyn, oh Elijah
If only you could see
Each moment is magical and makes a memory.
A smell, a taste and even a sound
Like beautiful laughter or rain hitting the ground.
So as you grow and start to rush
Take time to appreciate the leaves on the bush,
Oh Evalyn, oh Elijah
If only I could,
Stop time for a moment, then surely I would.
Because when your all grown up some time very soon
You will no longer believe you can visit the moon
Try to remember the wonder of splashing in a puddle
And the warmth and safety felt from a cuddle.
Time is a gift that no one can give
It’s up to you to make the most of it as you live.




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Dear Baby Eli

Dear baby Elijah,

My first letter to you at eighteen days old. It makes me smile as Eva was eighteen days old when I first wrote to her. Just short of three weeks you have been in our life and I can not imagine a world without you.


Your baby smell is incredible and I waste so much of my day sniffing your hair, probably an equal amount of time as I spend changing your poopy nappies. It is quite different having a boy, everyone told me boys are easier to change as they have less nooks and crannies down below. I am not finding this to be true between your saggy testicles and your sprinkler winky I find there is so much that can go wrong at each nappy change. It actually quite stressed me out in the first few days as you was sprinkling every where each time, soaking your clothes and me. It has calmed down now and I have developed a bit of a technique so we have a lot fewer accidents and soakings.

Being my second born will have advantages and disadvantages for you. I feel guilty that I can not give you my undivided attention and waste hours just holding you. I sometimes have to let you cry while I finish attending to Eva’s needs. I wake you up from sleep (something I would not have dreamed of doing with Eva) to get you ready so we can all leave the house. I take you to play dates and groups you have no interest in. You play with hand me down toys and use pink blankets.  What you get instead though is hopefully much more valuable. Two parents who have experience, who know what is coming and have learnt techniques to help sooth you, calm you, comfort you and teach you. We are more relaxed and balanced with you and hopefully the icing on the cake is you get a sister who I’m sure you will fight with daily but I hope will be your best friend growing up, someone you will always have in your corner throughout life.

I have just had to go out and buy round two of new clothes for you.  you are so big and strong already. trousers and tops are not so bad but you have outgrown all your baby grows and need 3-6 months to accommodate your rather large feet. You seem to do everything on a larger scale, more feeding, more crying, more pooping but what really amazes me is the more trumping, not tiny little cute whistles but angry and loud, adult sounding explosions. I am dreading being out in public when you do this as I don’t think anyone will believe such a cute and sweet looking little thing could have produced such a noise.  The one thing you do not do more of unfortunately is sleeping. I know from being a relaxed, second time parent that sleep will come in time, I’m sure that waiting for such a time will age me at least another five to ten years and these bags under my eyes will grow into epic suitcases but you are well worth it little, big man.

So at three weeks old you have already had a photo shoot, been to soft play, the park, a windmill, an aquarium and several restaurants, cafes and pubs and we have your first holiday booked in for a few weeks time to center parks. Can not wait.  We are going with Uncle Alex, Aunty Sam and your cousins so hopefully a lot of happy memories to be made. I don’t want to wish your baby days away but I also can not wait for a few years time when all four of you (maybe even five or six of you if you act super cute around your Aunty and uncle) can run around together, probably with Eva trying to boss you all around.

I tried you with a bottle of expressed milk yesterday and to my amazement you latched and guzzled the whole thing with out any hesitation or problems. Although not something I intend to use often this opens up a whole new world for me. Eva never took a bottle so I assumed you would be the same. Breast feeding is something I enjoy so much but it can be very binding and exhausting at times. You taking a bottle means I can take time for me, exercise, relax, catch up on chores the possibilities are endless but will all equal one happier mummy so thank you for making life a little easier.

We are off to village soup now so I need to get us both ready. Eva is at her grandmas so its just mummy and Eli time. A bowl of home made soup and some gluten free pancakes are just what is needed on a wet and cold day like today. If you could kindly stay asleep while I have a catch up with some other village mums it would be greatly appreciated, up to you though as you own me.

All my love  Mummy.



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Post Birth Glamour

No more baby bump belly

Instead just stretch marks and a resemblance to jelly

Down below will never be the same

The 4th degree tearing and sutures made me lame

The bleeding and discharge for days on end

And the cramping of my uterus as it starts to mend

Giant maternity pads and disposable underwear.

The level of discomfort would make a nun swear

Crazy ass hormones and the baby blue days

As i walk around in a sleep deprived haze

My poor and swollen engorged chest

Smelly Milk drenched clothing is not the best

I’m no longer pregnant not that you can tell

Still in maternity clothes that don’t fit well

This is the after birth fun we mum’s go through

Brace yourself, deep breaths for your first post birth poo.


Two blue lines

Dear baby Eva,

One week ago today while out shopping we passed the feminine hygiene Isle.  It suddenly dawned on me I felt sick.  I reached up and picked a pregnancy test off the shelf and handed it to daddy who was walking towards us after finishing off the shopping. He nodded in acknowledgement and we carried on as normal.

At home daddy gave you lunch. I went to the bathroom and returned minutes later with a white stick and two blue lines.  Shock, happiness and fear.  It took so long and a round of IVFT to get pregnant with you we had just decided to leave baby number two up to fate, fate was clearly in a rush. We got this though, you are an amazing baby,  placid,  happy and content and at fifteen months old a great sleeper.  Perfect timing to introduce a new member to our family right?

The excitement lasted a grand total of seven hours before reality slapped us both in the face. Ten o’clock that evening just as I closed my very heavy eyelids you woke screaming.  The second I picked you up I could tell something was wrong you was burning up and beside yourself.  39.9c I stripped you down, gave you calpol, water and cuddles and put you in our bed so I could keep an eye on you.  You drifted in and out of sleep as your temperature fluctuated.  I was close to a trip to hospital but although still high your temperature eventually came down a little and you settled for a longer stretch.  The following day was a day of cuddles and poonarmies.  Just one poo explosion after the other.  My heightened sense of smell and queasy belly the only reminders of yesterdays discovery. The next four days were awful.  Seeing you sick always breaks my heart but this was the worst I had seen you. A constantly high temperature and diaoharea left you quiet and lethargic.  You slept in our bed,  content only when you was curled up around my face,  cutting off my oxygen supply. You was OK though,  after four sleepless nights you got back to your sweet and lovely self.  It took me a bit longer to recover. In fact I’m still not sure I’m over it.

I feel terrified at the prospect of looking after two of you. It reminded me of all the sleepless nights that will come. I’m fearful I will do half the job I am doing looking after you, like my love will be split in two and divided.  I can’t imagine loving another human as much as I do you so it must just half when another baby comes along right? I’m told that’s not the case and in actual fact my love will double but right now I’m just worrying about how this decision affects you.

I’m worried about the next few months as my bump grows. Picking you up,  rolling around the floor, carrying you around the house, all things that will have to change. How am I going to keep lifting you into your cot when my bump gets in the way? What if I’m too tired to take you out places,  less patient with your tantrums, less present due to an obvious distraction?

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Enjoying special one on one time

I could dwell and worry for the next few months but there is enough worry in pregnancy without any extra thrown into the mix.  I have to stay strong and hope that giving you a baby brother or sister is the best gift daddy and I could give you and no matter how it will affect our family of three hope that the years of laughter and memories you make with your sibling will leave you feeling full and give you a friend for life.

The one thing I do know is that I am going to make the most of every second with you as my only child before Boo Boo number two arrives.


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Organise your memories


Dear baby Eva,

As your mother I feel it is my duty to pass on all my wisdom and life lessons learnt. Today I have realised I have made a massive mistake, even thinking about it fills me with anxiety and nausea. I am wasting hours in the evenings trying to rectify my error and wish someone would have given me the same advice I am about to share with you. If I can prevent you from experiencing half the anxiety I am experiencing by sharing this with you then I feel my role as a mother is complete.

You can choose to take this advice on board at any point in your life but it is specifically related to the time in your life when you are hopefully lucky enough to have a family of your own if you so choose. You see from the second you give birth to your beautiful baby something inside you compels you to take photos of every little moment. First hour photos, first outfit photos, first cuddle photos, coming home photos, meeting family photos, blinking photos, breathing photos etc etc the list goes on and so do the photos. This is where my advice comes in.

From the moment you get home after having your baby enjoy and cherish every moment, take as many photos as your energy allows in your new sleep deprived state but forget about the house work and focus on keeping your photos in order. Get behind at your peril. I have been late uploading and editing my photos causing a backlog of epic proportions. Pre you I printed off photo books each year which I hope we will have a lot of fun looking back on together one day.  However we are now in April 2017 and I have not printed off a book since 2015. With you arriving at the start of 2016 it threw me off and also more than quadrupled the number of photos I would normally take. I remember part way through last year attempting to tackle this problem but I became too overwhelmed and put it off, buried my head in the sand and hoped someone would just come to my rescue with all my favourite snaps organised into beautiful books. That obviously never happened so I am now spending whatever free time you give me scrolling through literally thousands of photos (mostly of you) trying to organise these memories into folders, edit them and work out which ones I would like to see in my albums. I truly hope that when you are bigger the albums discussed here will actually be a reality and we can look back through them together. What makes this task even harder is just how god dam cute you are. I start right back at the beginning and by the time I have looked through the first few months of you being born I have wasted hours without making any progress at all.

After a beautiful morning at Clumber park I am taking my own advice and currently trying to edit the photos I have taken today. Sending them straight to the folder entitled April 2017. Hopefully next time I write my files will be perfectly ordered with beautifully edited, chronologically ordered photos all ready to be printed out and kept for ever.

Love you more than squidgy cookies, which I am shortly about to demolish.



IVFT story – repost

Two years on from that first injection which started our whole IVFT journey I wanted to share  the story I wrote last year. Please bear in mind this was written just a month or so after giving birth to Eva so the sleep deprivation was pretty intense at this point. I think it needs a re-write so I will put it on my ever growing list of things to do and hopefully get around to completing it in time for next year.

I love to connect with you all so please share your stories and ask any questions in the comments below or send me a message.



Trust Your Motherly Instincts

Dear baby Eva,

I stopped writing to you once again. Life just got busy. Another story for another time. I am writing today as I found a letter which I never published. It was from months ago when you was just fourteen or fifteen weeks old. It seems really relevant today as you approach fourteen months as I am feeling a bit run down after an unusual bad night from you.

What really hit me was three things, firstly just how far we have come and developed together over the last fourteen months. Secondly how things are never as bad as they seem. The desperation and exhaustion in this letter brought the memories back to me and made me realise that actually last night in comparison to those early months was not that bad, I am not that tired and I am not that desperate. And finally and most importantly I realised that trusting your instincts and blocking out external pressures was and is the single most important ingredient to happy parenting. I went with my instincts, I have let you lead the way and I think we are doing a pretty fab job. How do I measure our success? is it the fact you have been consistently sleeping through since eleven months now with the exception of the odd bad night due to illness, teething, developing and partying like last night.  or the fact that we baby led  weaned and now you eat everything in site including fruit and vegetables with no drama, could it be the fact that you was an early crawler and walker, that you know numerous animal noises and names? No. I base the fact that we are doing a pretty fab job on the basis that in general you are happy, you are healthy and you are developing into a delightful and independent toddler with all the normal ups and downs this entails.

A letter from months ago…

The mystery continues. It seems like a distant memory that night you teased me by sleeping all the way through, the nights of eight or nine hour stretchers. Where has my sleeping beauty gone?

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Asleep in your Chico Next 2 me crib

My head is almost too tired to put words together and make sentences. When I’m speaking my words come out wrong or different to what I’m thinking. My eyes sting. My arms are heavy. Why? I don’t know why, nothing has changed, our routine is the same. Sleep regression is my only thought. What ever the reason please, please, please just let this be another phase that will soon pass.

I haven’t wrote for a while because everything has felt like such an effort. You are so much fun at the moment through the day but looking after you and keeping you entertained is zapping what very little energy I have. Anything and everything else is on standby until sleep resumes.

Big news You rolled over, both back to front and front to back. I think back to front was a fluke though as you haven’t done it again since.

We have had some gorgeous weather recently and have been making the most of it by spending it in the garden. You in your sun tent.

The biggest news is you randomly started taking a dummy after days of trying to suck your hands. I thought this was going to be the answer I was looking for but sucking seems to stimulate you not sooth you. It reached a point where you was waking every hour or more screaming when your dummy fell out and then taking forever to drift back off because you was sucking so hard. I have two options now, first is to back track and remove the dummy or second try bigger dummy’s which are easier for you to keep in. I’m trying option one first.

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Asleep in the car the first time you took a dummy

Option one is likely to involve lots of comfort sucking on my nipples but I’m good with that if your happy. It just seems everyone else has an opinion on it. Apparently the general public, family and friends think that at fifteen weeks I should be getting my life back, you shouldt be feeding as often as you do and you should be sleeping through. Well they can all fluff off. What I’m doing feels natural, when I follow my instincts we work well together. When I second guess myself because of something I read, feel like a failure because someone has made a comment or change our ‘routine’ to fit other peoples expectations that’s when it goes wrong.

It’s amazing how oppinionated people suddenly get around babies and how they feel the need to comment on things which if they was talking about an adult would actually be quite rude. She doesn’t have much hair, is she a ginger etc etc. Then you get the old schoolers who weaned early, put babies to sleep on there bellies, kept them REALLY warm and bundled up and didn’t leave the house for the firsts three months and it didn’t do their children any harm. I’m sure it didn’t but research has evolved and I am choosing to raise my child, my beautiful little starfish my way based on what I feel is THE BEST and healthiest way for us.

Rant over, feed over (with extra comfort sucking ) time to put you down and see what tonight will bring.
Love you princess

Mummy x x