#bottlefeedingstories with All Things Spliced

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Learning To Drive (Aged 30 and 12 months)

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On Being Rubbish With Endings…

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chemical pregnancy

Chemical Pregnancy | My Miscarriage

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#bottlefeedingstories with Pickle & Poppet

20th July 2017
Following on from Vicki @ Tippytupps’ story last week we have Jo from Pickle & Poppet who moved her children onto formula by 5 months old after initially breastfeeding.
I’m Jo, I have two beautiful children, Reuben who is three and Jessica who is now 7 months old and I write over at Pickle & Poppet.
I managed to breastfeed both babies and we successfully fed up to five months old when they were then both on fully on formula. The plan was to breastfeed them to about six months as I would be returning to work and believed them being on the bottle would be easier to manage.

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Why I’m Glad There’s A Woman Playing The Doctor

17th July 2017

Ok, bandwagon, consider yourself well and truly jumped on. While I normally try to stay away from the “subject of the day”, I think I have to wade in on this one. WARNING: This post is Tennant gif heavy. Consider yourself told.

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#bottlefeedingstories with Tippytupps

13th July 2017

This week we have the wonderful Vicki from over at Tippytupps sharing her #bottlefeedingstories

She successfully breastfed her children, and he she discusses why she decided to move from breast to bottle.


So a little background before we start the Q&A – I’m mummy to two gorgeous children: Darcie who is now 2 and Henry who has just turned 8 months old. I had always planned to breastfeed both my children and I was lucky enough to be able to do so both times: Darcie for just under 6 months and Henry for just under 5. At that point we moved over to bottle but for very different reasons. Darcie was because I was returning to work full time and I had it in my head that I wouldn’t be able to manage is by expressing….in hindsight, I think it would have been fine but by the time I realised that I was back at work and we had already made the transition. With Henry I planned to feed for longer but life very rarely goes to plan and we ended up moving to bottle when I just couldn’t keep up with a very hungry boy who was latched for up to 17 hours a day – add in a bored 2-year-old and it just wasn’t working for us anymore hence the decision was made to switch.

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#bottlefeedingstories with Me, Him, The Dog & A Baby

6th July 2017

This week, we have the amazing Lyndsey from Me, Him, The Dog And A Baby sharing her #bottlefeedingstories

Me, him, the dog and a baby!

I’m Lyndsey, a 30 year old first time mum! I blog over at Me, Him, The Dog and a Baby! Erin was born on New Year’s Day 2016 so she’s just over a year old now. I started breastfeeding the minute Erin was born but soon had to change to bottle feeding, which was never really my intention.

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Family LIfe | Parenting

5 Minutes Peace

1st July 2017

I remember when we first got this book for X – he wasn’t quite two and we’d got him loads of books for Christmas from The Works. 5 Minutes Peace was in there, and I took an instant dislike to it.

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The gist is that Mrs Large wants 5 minutes peace from her 3 little children, so she decides she’s going to have a bath while they eat their breakfast.

Within minutes, each of the children come into the bathroom with such demands as “reading” and “playing the flute” and then the little one brings up a load of toys. How sweet! How on earth could Mrs Large flip her lid 30 seconds later and abandon her three little darlings in the bath? “I’m going downstairs, because I want 5 minutes peace from you lot!”

Back then I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to say that to my child. Sure, I used to moan at Hubs that I needed half an hour to myself or I was going to go mad – but to actually brazenly say it to X? No. Never…

Other than the pure irresponsibility of leaving children alone in water, I now get it. I 100% get it. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve begged for 5 minutes about 20 times today.

X is now perfectly capable of entertaining himself – he’ll happily take himself off to his room, or the playroom, and find something fun to do if I’m writing. Granted, I do seem to spend a LOT of time working at the moment, what with this blog, the local arts website I run and my job as Marketing Manager for my theatre group, but I still make time to play, and we get out for at least a bit of a walk every day.

But this last month, X has taken to not waiting for an answer to a question. Conversations now go like this:

X: Mummy, I’m still hungry. Can I have a biscuit?”
Me: Ok, sweethea-
X: Mummy can I have a biscuit?
Me: Yes, darling, let me just-
X: (louder) Mummy, I’m still hungry!
Me: I know, I’m just putting the laptop down…
Me: (literally standing there with a biscuit in my hand) X?
Me: (exasperated look) X!
X: (inconsolable on the floor) *inaudible wailing*
Me: (sits back down with laptop to attempt to remember what I was going to write)
X: (flops on sofa next to me) *sniffs* Mummy, can I play on your laptop? Can I do some letters? Please Mummy? Can I have that biscuit now please Mummy? Mummy?

So I’m sorry, Mrs Large. While we disagree on how to handle children around water, I  totally feel your need for 5 minutes peace…

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