Paramedics, Police and teeth….

We attended a save a baby’s life course the other night. It consisted of 2 sections, baby mouth to mouth, and what to do when a baby is choking. The evening was hosted by a father and son combination on behalf of The Royal Life Saving Society. The father is a policeman by day and the son a paramedic. Incredibly handy people to be around in a time of crisis i’d say, and most definitely of the right calibre to be teaching a session like this. And a very good job they did indeed, all 21 of us left feeling a bit more confident should one of these events happen to our child, we would be able to administer emergency aid until the pro’s arrive. To be honest in my case, this is only because they gave out handy step by step guides at the end. The father/son combo instructed very well it’s just trying to remember stuff in a dynamic situation is far easier said then done. Although i’m officially trained in these techniques now, i won’t go into them in detail here as i might get it wrong, but do please have a look around and see if a course is running in your area? Here’s a link to the Royal Life saving website www.lifesavers.org.uk. I’m wondering if there are courses run by dentists on teething relief techniques? Because there it is! The little white pearl bursting through his bottom gum that’s causing so much friction at the moment. Why are teeth such a bane on our lifes? I hate the dentists! I would rather attempt to walk across hot coals than go to the dentist, and now i look at little Ernest in such discomfort, dribbling away, saturating any piece of clothing that goes near him, it dawns on me where it all starts! There is definitely a case for false teeth from an early age……

Red Cheeks and Horse Racing…

close up view of Ernest's mouth...

I admit it! I like a flutter, there is horse racing from Newmarket on Channel 4 today. The Betfair account is open on my laptop and ready for action. I can concentrate on this as Ernest is sleeping at the moment after a night and morning of grumbling and whining. His cheeks are glowing red and his mouth is dribbling as fast as Niagra falls………it’s teething time! Or is it? After texting this information to his Mum (the red cheeks and teething that is, i didn’t feel that Horse racing was relevant) she replied via email with information saying different. According to Babyworld.co.uk  the red cheeks and dribbling could be a sign of a viral infection. We shall be taking him back to the Doctors tomorrow for a follow up on his throat infection, which seems to have cleared up and the amoxicillin is finished. This could all be linked, but the way he keeps moving his bottom lip over his gum tells me teeth. My money is on teeth. My money is also on a horse in the 13.50 at Newmarket called Frederick Engels. Ernie picked it, well sort of, he kind of gurgled as i read the name to him so this confirmed it as my selection. It won! Amazing! That is £30 in the bank and there are some good looking runners coming up in other races. Can i wake Ernest up to help me pick one again? After all, he is on a roll! No i’d better not. I’ll just make sure i run through ALL the races with him whilst he is awake in future. I could even start a tipping service maybe?……

 

Sky Sports and Einstein…

I have not, however, started to list the times of TV shows such as Jeremy Kyle and Loose Women! Although i do cast an eye over these programmes by default, the role reversal is not complete enough for me to actually need to know when these are on. It’s usually Sky news keeping me in touch with all things Hunter gatherish. Sports and current affairs are my staple diet. As we speak my phone might have been hacked by the tabloid press and i am holding my breath as to whether Samir Nasri is still an Arsenal player or not. Given up on Fabregas, it’s probably a good idea to cash in on him now. Ernest stares at Sky news with me, but his favourite is the Baby Einstein  DVD series. Baby Mozart is a particular favourite. His face lights up in a broad grin when a green, lizard like, hand puppet character appears and screws its face up! It’s fascinating, at 4 months old he is already starting to sort out what he likes and dislikes in the world of entertainment. I can highly recommend the Baby Einstein series to anyone needing to create a chillout zone for their youngsters….

Pictures courtesy of the blonde girl..

Facts and figures….

So here is my first post, well not technically, but i see the former post as an introduction really. Ernest hasn’t been well recently, throat infection according to our GP and the relevant amoxicillin has been dispensed. Sleep patterns have been messed up as a result and we had been doing so well. He was going through the night from around 8ish until 8ish, that was only if he had had his 40oz of feed with the last one being at least 8oz or more! It’s true! It’s in the stats! We have been keeping a daily log of when he feeds and how much. This seemingly pedantic exercise has helped us so much when it comes to understanding Ernest’s mood/sleep patterns, well, on the whole it does. I haven’t gone as far as a spread sheet yet, just listing the times and amounts in a diary (it’s a pink one chosen by Ernie’s Mum! I must get that changed!?!).

"The Pink Diary"

"The Pink Diary"

Hello, Good evening and welcome…..

Welcome to my blog. In February of this year i became a Dad, again. The first time was 13 years ago from a previous relationship which produced my not so little girl, Charlotte. I was aged 27 at the time, Arsenal were in their first full season under Arsene Wenger, Tony Blair was in his second year in charge of the country and i was still yet to take my driving test. I was (and still am) quite a good cook though. That was 1998, and if you had told me then that i would become a full time Dad 13 years later aged 40? The absolute scorn that i would have unleashed on you would have been fearsome! But then on February 4th 2011, little Ernest was born. After not much discussion due to the huge income deferential between myself and Ernest’s Mum, it was decided that at least for the first year, i would become the primary carer for our son. After her maternity leave ended in May 2011, Ernest’s Mum went back to work and i became Daddy Day Care……..and here is my blog.