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We are the Mothers…

11/11/2015 by MrsSavageAngel Leave a Comment

We are the mothers who’s babies seemed perfect at birth.

We are the mothers whose babies always cried. Or didn’t cry at all.

We are the mothers who felt our tiny ones pull away rather than nuzzle in.

We are the mothers who came to expect little eye contact and worked so hard for every smile.

We are the mothers who watched. And waited.

We are the mothers who swallowed our fear and guilt and told a professional we had concerns.

We are the mothers who have had our lips cut, our eyes split, our cheeks bruised, our hearts broken by violent melt downs.

We are the mothers that keep a tally of information and a raft of professionals names on the tips of our tongues.

We are the mothers who’s children have not slept. And those who do are kept awake reading articles and researching and writing documents and filling out forms. And worrying.

We are the mothers who work so hard for every good experience their child has, wherever it might be. However small it may seem.

And yet

We are the mothers who are stared at, tutted at, passed judgement on.

We are the mothers who are treated badly at the school gates. Or within them.

We are the mothers who’s children, the ones we work so hard for, are not appreciated. Or included. Because they are not ‘good’.

We are the mothers of autistic children.

We’re dealing with more than you could ever believe.

Just to be the mothers we never imagined.

 

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Filed Under: Autism, Children, Family Tagged With: asc, asd, Autism, Autistic, Baby, children, Development, Family, fear, guilt, Love, Motherhood, mummy, Spectrum, Toddler, violence, We are the Mothers

Ignorance is bliss….

14/09/2015 by MrsSavageAngel Leave a Comment

I’m sat here. I’m trying I get some work done, a bit of writing in the hour or so I have left before I need to collect Oscar from preschool. Because I have nowhere comfortable to work at home and because the walk to preschool and back doesn’t make going home worth it, I’m in a local coffee shop. Who am I kidding I’m in the ice cream shop. And doing what I do every week.

When I came in the place was empty, but a group of three obviously very new mothers have just come in. They’re probably NCT or antenatal group friends. I remember doing something similar when I had just had Oscar. They chat excitedly about sleep and feeding and house prices (well this is Surrey after all). The pride in their little ones and their new status as mamas clear. And it makes me sigh.

I remember bits about Oscar being this small. I remember going for coffee and being able to drink a whole cup with my girls without Oscar making a noise. I remember the excited chattering about how much sleep we’d had, the latest things our babies had done and about this whole new world we were just starting discovering.

But I also remember how hard it was. The panic in all of our eyes when we were unsure of what was going on (which was much of the time), the lack of sleep, the fear, the dread that we, that I, was getting it all, all wrong.

I remember mothers, experienced mothers, telling me to enjoy how portable my baby was at that age. I just remember thinking they were barmy! Thinking ‘look how much stuff he needs. How is this portable?’ But they were right. He was. I could just pick him up (along with a bulging changing bag) and just go. Anywhere.

I’m sat here listening to these women (one of who has pretty impressive mascara on, and coordinated clothes! Who is this super woman?) and I want to tell them. Yell at them, to enjoy this time. Tell them that whatever they’re doing they’re NOT doing it wrong and to just enjoy it. Enjoy the meet ups, relax in the company of other new mamas and bask in the ignorance of what’s to come. I think perhaps that’s what I miss the most. The ignorance of how hard this journey was going to be.

I could, but I won’t. They wouldn’t listen even if I did. Why would they? I didn’t.

They say first time motherhood, when you have nothing to do but love and look after your baby is wasted on the scared, fearful and unconfident first time mother and there is truth in those words.

So here’s my plea to you. Mama’s enjoy your babies, because they won’t be babies for long.

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Filed Under: Children Tagged With: Baby, coffee, fear, first time motherhood, mama, Motherhood, NCT, Newborn, portable

Potty training and what I’ve learnt this week

20/08/2015 by MrsSavageAngel Leave a Comment

Last Sunday, I changed Oscar’s nappy around 2pm. And that was that. He decided then and there, that he was starting potty training. No warning, no asking. He just refused to put a nappy back on and then decided the rest of his clothes were coming off too. He’s never done that before, which told me he was serious. My boy has always had a way of communicating without words and on Sunday he told me in no uncertain terms he was ready to try a life without nappies.

Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had tentative attempts before, which have usually resulted in wee all over the carpet and he’s been able to occasionally stand and pee over the potty for a while now. But this Sunday, he just sat himself down and did what he needed to do. We were slightly blown away to be honest. Monday was similar, he increased in confidence and as long as he could see the potty, he would use it, whether I was there or not. Now he doesnt even need to see it, he just needs to know where it is. Oh and have no pants on. But we’re working on that!

So you might ask why did we wait so long to start? Oscar is 3 years and 4 months, which by potty training standards is pretty old. For a child on the standard developmental trajectory. But if you read me regularly you’ll know Oscar’s development is on an Autistic trajectory. He’s doing it all, just in his own time. And much as everything else in his life, he was always going to do it when he was ready and not before. But also I was afraid. His lack of speech and his inability to tell me when he needed to go always put me off trying.

I also think I was lucky. No one ever said I ‘should’ be potty training him by now. Lots of people I’ve spoken to have had hugely unsupportive friends and family when it comes to potty training, getting pressure to start before they feel ready from all sides. Not me. My sister in law said to be me when Oscar turned two, “don’t ever start before you’re ready, it wont work and it’ll set you both back”. And I guess we heeded that advice. If you’re feeling pressured by anyone, well that sucks. Smile at those people, then roundly ignore them. You and your child will know when the time is right.

Anyway this is what I’ve learnt about potty training Oscar this week. I’d like to say this is what I’ve learnt about potty training or what I’ve learnt about potty training an autistic toddler, but really, as with anything, my experience is just that; mine:

  • I think the reason Oscar came to the conclusion to start potty training when he did, might have had something to do with the nappies he was wearing. From his earliest days he’s been in Pampers Baby Dry, day and night. They worked for us, we never had any leakages and so we just stuck with what we knew. Trouble was they were so absorbent that they remained too comfy for too long. A few months ago we switched from nappies to pull ups and from Pampers Baby Dry to Carrefour, a cheap, French brand we got from Ocado. They worked well during the day, but filled up quicker, and were definitely not as comfortable. Which was good. It meant Oscar was much more aware of what was going on down there. It wasn’t until he started wearing these that he started to tell me when he’d done a poo. Basically if they’re too comfy why are they ever going to want to change?237262011_0_640x640
  • So far being at home and with no trousers or pants on has worked best. Having something on his bottom half seems to confuse him. Had I had any say in when we started I probably would have chosen a week when we had no outings (rather than a week with several planned trips out). If you can stay in, with a semi naked baby for a week, I would.
  • You get totally fit running up and down the stairs to empty that bad boy. Unless you have a down stairs toilet that is. And lucky you if you do!
  • Bribery is all well and good if your child is open to a little ‘encouragement’ in the form of their favourite sweets or a reward chart or whatever, but mine is inscrutable. I knew he was, so why I bought some Pez sweets hoping to meter them out every time he did a wee, I’ll never know. He just took the dispenser off me and choffed the lot. Ahh well.image (7)
  • Everyone who’s been through it, has done potty training differently. Even within the same family. There is no ‘one way’ to do it, but it’s like anything to do with parenting; take all the advice and try what works for you.
  • If you’ve got a boy he is never going to stop playing with his penis, willie, thing, whatever you guys call it, as long as he lives. And potty training is when they’ll start their love affair with their manhood, especially if you do the semi naked for a week thing. Deal with it. That, my friends, is never going to change, no matter how much you asked them to leave it alone. I know. Because grown men have told me. And who am I to argue?
  • If you , like me have a boy stock up on the following: little boy briefs (or other desired pants) , jogging bottoms, shorts or other pull up trousers and washing powder. You’re going to be running that washing machine every day my friend (like you don’t already *sigh*). If you have a girl you probably need slightly different clothing, but I doubt you’ll be running the machine any less.
  • If you don’t have a downstairs loo (see item 2), you might want to invest in two potties. I got super sick of making sure the potty where he was, so invested in a second potty to keep upstairs.
  • We have yet to move onto actually getting him to use the actual loo yet (although he does love emptying the number 2s down the loo and flushing it away, which is a start I guess). We have a bathroom step and plan to invest in a double toilet seat. As his bum is so tiny I figure it’ll be useful for quite some time and the removable seats I’ve tried in the past have been too wobbly. As he dislikes me helping him in anyway, something I can feel confident in him using alone is probably not a bad thing.31DSV7T+t+L
  • Oscar doesn’t respond particularly well to being asked over and over if he needs the loo. He just knows when he does and asking him all the time resulted in nothing but a tried mummy.If your child isn’t particularly verbal you’re going to have to watch for other signs and if you can use some kind of PECS or symbol exchange more power to you.

Potty training any child can be difficult and stressful. Potty a child on the spectrum can come with it’s own challenges. Sensorially it can be a very unnerving experience and it changes a massive part of the routine a child may rely on. But really, you can’t do anything they aren’t prepared to do. Listen to them, encourage them in any way you seem fit, but take your time. And buy wine. Not for any stains. For you.

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And if they want to eat dinner while sitting on the potty, who are you to argue? NB He wasn’t actually using the potty here, that’d be gross!

 

 

Filed Under: Autism, Children, Family Tagged With: asd, Autism, Autistic, Baby, childhood, children, Development, Family, gross, health, Motherhood, mummy, Number 2, pee, poo, potty, potty training, Pre-school, speech delay, Toddler, training, wee

Eight Photos of Happiness

17/07/2015 by MrsSavageAngel Leave a Comment

So recently I was tagged by the lovely Maria over at Suburban Mum to share 8 pictures that make me happy. They can be from any time period and of any thing as far as I can tell, they just have to make me smile. So here you go Maria and thanks for the lovely wander down memory lane!

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1) Apologies for the poor quality of this one, it’s a scan of a print out, but it was too cute not to kick things off with. I love this picture for several reasons. Firstly it’s of baby me and how cute was I (and how much do I look like the boy here!)? It was taken one Christmas (I think I must have just turned one – yes I was also an early walker!) and I love the retro tree in the background. It was taken at my beloved Nanna and Granddad’s, where I spent so many happy days as a child. But mostly its because of the bongabonga drum. That thing in my hand. It was some kind of drum with beads on string that made a noise when you twizzled it back and forth. As the first grandchild it was my duty to pull both the beads and the strings off this bad boy. But it remained on display, hung on the wall in the lounge. All the grandchildren played with it over the years and when my Nanna died, it was the one thing from the house that came home with me. This is probably the last photo of the bongabonga drum intact(ish). And it always makes me smile!

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2) My second choice was this picture of me when I was 17. It was taken outside our holiday flat, on my first holiday without my parents. Me and three friends (Loulou, James and Liam) all trundled off to Newquay for the week and it was the most exciting thing I’d ever done at the time. The weather was so so and the flat really ‘vintage’ shall we say, but I didn’t care. Even when it rained we played games of Shithead that lasted hours and drank huge bottles of Country Manor. It was awesome. I also love this picture because I think its the nicest one I have of me as a teenager. I bloody loved that dress.

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3) My third choice is this one of me and the hubster. We met when we were just 19 and this was taken four weeks after we met. We were both dressed up to go to our friend’s 6th form leavers ball (or what would now be called a prom). It was such a great night and doesn’t he look a dish? I’ve had this photo framed and in the lounge of every house we’ve ever lived in. It’s one of my absolute faves!

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4) My fourth picture is this one of me in the Indian Ocean. Ben and I got married in 2008 but we knew years before we got married that we wanted to go to the Maldives for our honeymoon. So in March 2009 we did (we waited until the following year to go in the Maldivian summer). This picture was taken not long after we arrived on Komandoo and was taken from the balcony of our water villa. It was absolutely THE best holiday I’ve ever had.

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5) My fifth photo was another one taken on Komandoo. We were walking along the beach to dinner, when I grabbed this great shot of Ben’s footprints in the sand. I love the light in this one and I’m pretty pleased with the composition too. I want to get it printed and framed for the bathroom (one day, when I get round to it!)

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6) My sixth picture is this one of Ben with Oscar. It was taken on our first (or second, it’s a very hazy time for me) night home with our new baby and no one could sleep. Oscar would only stop crying if Ben held him wrapped in his dressing gown like this. I know it looks like Ben is asleep (it was after all taken at 3 in the morning), but he’s not. He just looks so peaceful. That time was anything but peaceful, for either of us, but this photo reminds me that there were moments of bliss.

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7) My seventh picture is this one of Ben and his sister Rachel. It was taken on a childhood day out in the 80’s. The venue had costumes to dress up in and took a ye olde time photo of you wearing them. I found this one at Ben’s mums house a few years ago and nearly wet myself laughing. Its Rachel’s face that gets me. She swears she was just ‘not smiling, because they were told Victorians didn’t smile in photos’. I think she looks like she’s about to do someone some serious damage. When Ben’s grandparents celebrated their Diamond Wedding in March, the family put a book of photos together for them. Fortunately this was added and even more brilliantly we were all given copies of the book. Now I can take it out and laugh at this one any time I like (sorry Rach!)

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8) My final picture is a recent one, taken on our wonderful family holiday to Bluestone Resort in Wales. This was taken on our trip to the beautiful Barafundel Bay, which was such a special day for me. Oscar surprises us most days, but that day he really shocked us with how grown up he seemed. He ran ahead, but never ran away. He laughed, he smiled, he didn’t run straight into the sea. What could have been a nightmare, turned into a dream and this picture of him confidently striding down the steps to the bay, fills my heart with happiness. Especially as I know seconds later, he turned round and asked to be carried. He’s still my baby ?

Thank you so much for inspiring me to do this Maria. I’d liked to tag:

Nat over at Diary of an Unexpected Mother

Carly at Carlyakamummy

and

Stevie at A Cornish Mum

If they’d care to join in.

xx

 

 

 

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Filed Under: Family, Food, Personal Tagged With: 8 photos of happiness, Baby, blogging, child, childhood, Family, happy, Holidays, Honeymoon, Little me, Maldives, Motherhood, photos, Tag

Messy Sensory Play for Beginners

09/07/2015 by MrsSavageAngel Leave a Comment

My three year old goes through phases of being interested in messy sensory play. Sometimes I can set it up and he’ll play for hours, sometimes I’ll set it up and he’ll play for two minutes. Trouble is I never know which it’s going to be and far be it from me to stop him from doing something he might really enjoy just because it might be a two minute day.

However that does mean I am loathe to go to masses of effort to set it all up just in case. It also means I like things that are cheap to make (and if possible things that can be kept to play with another time).

My sister has a daughter who at 2.5 has never really shown much interest in sensory play. However just recently she has become obsessed with all the creams in the house, scooping them, squidging them and generally enjoying making a mess. This got me thinking that maybe it’s time to try her with some sensory activities, that might be cheaper than the body lotions and creams she’s suddenly taken an interest in.

So this is a round up of some really simple and where possible, cheap recipes for the parent’s first foray into messy play. And a couple of words of advice from a mum who found messy play difficult to get in to.

  1. Firstly I would suggest sourcing something to play on/in. We have a Tuff Tray and stand now, but we started with cheap under bed storage boxes and still find these incredibly useful. They are wide enough and shallow enough to provide space to play in, and can be easily moved to where they need to be. In this gorgeous weather, I’d totally be doing this outside, but in the winter an under bed storage box can go in the kitchen. Or wherever.
  2. When we first started messy play I would also put down a plastic dust sheet (we got ours from Homebase, but you can get them at any DIY store). It’s a option, but actually I found most things easy enough to clean off tiles, so I stopped using it. Carpet might be a different matter though!
  3. Sometimes I get Oscar involved in the actual making of whatever we’re doing (he loved making the Moon Sand), other times it’s better if I make it then call him over. You know your child, and your patience, best.
  4. Once they’re playing, be prepared for them to access the activity in surprising ways. Encourage them by all means, but if they run off and grab a train and start painting with that instead of the brushes you lovingly provided, so be it.
  5. But the best advice I think I can give is to be brave. There is little that wont clean up easily and quickly and what’s a bit of clean up to hours of focused play? And a bit of peace and quiet?

Click on the pictures for the recipes.

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We love Moon Sand and while I dyed it blue here, you don’t need to at all. Also I love this because it lasts for ever. Just scoop it into an airtight container when they finished and it’s good for weeks.

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Painting scared the bejaysus out of me, in our tiny house, but this Shaving Foam paint was one of our absolute winners. Oscar adored it and while it did take a bit of mixing the colours, it was totally worth it. He played for HOURS!

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I love this simple recipe from The Imagination Tree and we’re planing to do this one this afternoon. Simple hardly describes it and I think it would speak to my nieces love of creams!

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How gorgeous does this Slime from Powerful Mothering look. Goooooooooo! Chia Seeds are available in every supermarket now and I love how this makes a simple goopy mass. It takes a bit of planning but hardly any work!

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Another super simple recipe from Growing a Jeweled Rose. I buy my Bicarb in big boxes online now and have a load waiting to be used. I’m planning this for a summer activity and if it’s in the garden it’ll need no cleaning up!

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Now I know this one is a bit more complicated (but even the amazing Allison over at Learn Play Imagine says you don’t have to colour it.) but look at it!!!! I want to play with this forget the boy! However, before you start, liquid starch is really difficult to get hold of in the UK. You can, it’s just difficult and can be expensive.

Soooooo I found this amazing post by Fun at Home with Kids on how to make Slime the UK way, using a kind of detergent from Aldi.

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As we have no Aldi near us I cant test this myself yet. However the detergent and white PVA is cheap as chips so as soon as I find some I’ll be testing it out.

I hope you see something in here you think, “yeah I could have a go at that”. Go on be brave.

Let me know how it goes!

xxx

 

 

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