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More firsts for the baby

Five weeks, five days

From going up a nappy size to a visit to the first Foyles book store outside of London, this week has been full of firsts for the baby and more energy and sleep for mama.

Mersina’s first official smile has been written down, in her Junior Moleskine diary, as having taken place on March 14. Since then she has smiled once or twice a day in response to prompts until a day or so ago when she increased the instances to lots. We even had an unprompted smile when I held her hand and she looked up at me. Her smiles light her up like big energy glow worm and she has chortled and laughed a couple of times too.

On Thursday we quite serendipitously met up with dad going and leaving, respectively, from Foyles bookstore in Quakers Friars at Cabot Circus. After browsing for a bit, he was more excited than the baby, we went to lunch at Brasserie Blanc so Mersina had her first restaurant visit which she mostly slept through luckily.

As soon as she woke she was hungry so I rushed off, leaving dad with the bill, and visited the Family Room at Cabot Circus which is amazing. There is a comfortable chair in the corner for feeding, a changing bench, a sink and a toilet. The room locks as well so it’s wonderfully private. Well, kind of private as there were three or four attempts to get in and when I left there was a queue of mums with prams outside.

We also had our first trip to the Bristol Central Library, in the beautiful building designed by Charles Holden, at the College Green and right next to the Bristol Cathedral. We returned my housemate’s books and borrowed Asterix en Espana for the little one. Never too early to learn a second or third language and to find out more about the Gauls. A brave nation who have managed to withstand invasion by the Romans thanks to their magic potion which gives them great strength. Obelix, of course, doesn’t need to drink any because he fell into the cauldron as a child but that’s another story.

One of our most exciting adventures was to the wonderful Clifton Lido and baby’s first glance of the pool in sunlight and later on in softer lighting which turned the water a deeper blue green colour. I would have loved a dip in the pool and apparently baby had to be restrained from diving in herself although that’s quite surprising as she hates bath time.

She also met some lovely friends for the first time, Fritha, Nancy, Helen and some other knitting and non-knitting folk at our tweet up.

On our way back from the Lido we stopped in at Waitrose, her second trip there, and spotted some great reductions so it was baby’s first bargain hunt achievement. The best purchase of the evening was a bouquet of flowers reduced from £20 to 49p. Incredible and beautiful.

A successful week all around, I think, although I have yet to try out her new Baby Bjorn carrying pouch thing. Soon. Very soon.

A series of firsts for me and the baby

I visited my GP on Monday and little M became very hungry and vocal while the nurse drew my blood. I said that she was hungry and was offered a chance of a place to breastfeed. First time I fed the baby in public was in the surgery’s common area / kitchenette / staff room. I was even given a glass of water.

First time I cut her fingernails, Thursday 17 February. I was terrified. Her fingers are so small and I am scared of hurting her.

First time my housemate took her out for a walk was 27 February. He was very stressed and spent most of the time pushing her around Park St and the Clifton Triangle so that she wouldn’t cry while I shopped.

March 2, first time I tried to put on the baby pouch. It didn’t happen, it all looks more complicated than even opening up the pram.

March 2, baby’s first publication in the Venue magazine with a lovely photo of her sleeping. My parents are convinced she will be the next journalist addition to the family as she looks very intelligent. Now I need to give her the perfect middle name in case it’s needed for a byline.

February 14, the first time I held her was in the operating room at St Michael’s hospital and they put her straight on my chest after she was delivered. I was so used to carrying her that it all felt very normal. I was lying flat and the doctors were still doing things so I didn’t dare move although thinking back I probably wasn’t able to move because of the anesthetic. I kept asking my birthing partner whether she was ok because I couldn’t see her face.