Win a Hotmilk Charm Nursing Nightie worth £45.95 with The Rose Diaries

We are firm believers that pregnancy should be celebrated and mums and mums to be should ALWAYS be comfortable and feeling good about themselves. This is why we are giving our readers the chance to win a Charm Nightie from Hotmilk worth £45.95.

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We love that Hotmilk is designed by mothers, for mothers. Hotmilk offers premium product at accessible prices and their philosophy is to celebrate and empower women via a fresh, creative approach.  Their goal is to create an exquisitely sophisticated nursing lingerie brand and make new mums feel sexy and empowered ….. we really love that!

When you have had a baby, what you are wearing to bed is sometimes last on your list of priorities but if you are breastfeeding you need something comfortable and practical for those night feeds, without feeling frumpy and unattractive.

The Charm Nightie is therefore perfect! We are told that it is “soft and comfortable and will grow with you up to three cup sizes, perfect for when your milk comes in and the answer to holding your breast pads in place throughout the night due to the structured shelf support inside.  The cream cotton base with a soft feminine floral print and 5% stretch make this the ultimate nursing nightie”

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FEATURES

  • The perfect gift in easy sizing
  • Side sling for discreet feeding and shape on A-D cups
  • A Frame on DD-G cups for added support and modesty
  • Multi sized to grow up to 3 cup sizes as you grow
  • Elasticated shelf support on the under bust to ensure support all night long
  • Stretchy fabric allows for your changing body shape
  • Easy one handed drop down cups for breastfeeding

So would you like to win one? We are delighted to offer one of our lucky readers the chance to win one of these fabulous nursing nighties from Hotmilk and all you need to do is enter by clicking the Rafflecopter link below. Good luck!

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Terms & Conditions

The Prize: Hotmilk Charm Nightie RRP £45.95
The winner will be chosen at random by the random winner generator on Rafflecopter and notified within 7 working days by email
Hotmilk will make every effort to provide the nightie shown here but this cannot be guaranteed
By entering this competition, you understand that your details may be retained for future mailings. You can unsubscribe from this mailing list at any time.
There is no monetary equivalent.
The Rose Diaries take no responsibility for loss or damage in the despatch of prizes
If the prize is unclaimed within 7 days we reserve the right to redraw the winner.
End Date 11/07/2016 at 12am

 

Is a second pregnancy different from the first?

We are delighted to welcome Lynette as our new baby blogger, as she is just over half way through her 2nd pregnancy and she has been reflecting on how different it is from her first. This is her story….

It has taken me four years to come round to having a second child.  Not because I don’t love being a mother.  Motherhood is the greatest gift I have ever been given, and my son is my greatest achievement.  The reason is quite simply that I have been too frightened.

I had a difficult start to my pregnancy with my son.  It was a really difficult time, living on a knife edge everyday as to what could happen.  We had arranged to have a home birth as the pregnancy had run smoothly after the initial 12 weeks.   However, after a long labour, an ambulance ride, forceps delivery and a retained Placenta our beautiful little boy was born at 10:07am on the 24th September 2011.  I swore to my husband that we would not be having any more children after the trauma from our son’s birth and the painful recovery. Why would anyone put themselves through that again?

Yet one day, something changed inside me. I felt completely different and I found myself wanting a second child.  My husband too wanted another child; yet he knew how badly the birth had affected me the first time that he was worried how I would cope this time round.   However, after the first month of trying we had conceived. I had no time to worry really as it had happened so quickly. We found out on Christmas day 2014. I didn’t quite believe it.  So much so that I sent pictures of the pregnancy test to my best friend to confirm that I wasn’t going crazy.  We were elated. I was desperate to share the news with the world.  But, I was nervous.  I knew of the problems that I had experienced with my son, and I knew there was a chance it could happen again. I don’t think anyone really relaxes until they have the 12 week scan, and then you only worry about the 20 week one.  Without a doubt, pregnancy is a rollercoaster of emotions.

Yet now, as I sit here and type this at 24 weeks pregnant, if I am honest, I find that I have less time to worry about things like I did first time round. Believe me, I still worry, it is in my nature. But with working full time as a teacher, running round after a 3 year old and being a wife and looking after a home, I sometimes forget I am pregnant.  If it wasn’t for the constant kicks and ever growing bump, I would swear that I wasn’t pregnant. I don’t have the constant hunger that I had with our son, I only have a bump rather than being chubby all-over this time.  Perhaps it is because we are having a little girl?

I am finding it difficult not to overload on Pink.  After we had our son, bizarrely we kept his clothes, but got rid of a lot of main items that we now need. Why, you may ask. Well, I was convinced that we would have no more children.  So now, at 24 weeks pregnant, we need to go shopping.  Luckily, we are off to The Baby Show at the NEC on the 15th May.  I have told my husband to be prepared to carry a lot of bags, as I know from my previous visit with my mum, when pregnant with our son, that there is so much to buy and so many wonderful people there to give advice (and freebies) that his arms could ache by the end of the day. I am particularly looking forward to seeing Sarah Beeson MBE, baby expert and author of The New Arrival and Happy Baby, Happy Family. It really will be all about family that day as my Mum, Dad, Son, Sister In Law and Nephew are all coming too. I want it to be an experience that we all can share together, plus they are extra hands to carry bags.

I find myself wanting to be involved in more groups and forums to chat to other pregnant mums this time round.  I am a huge supporter of the “Count the Kicks” campaign and all the work that they do.  I have asked questions on their website to their guest midwife and it’s nice to speak to other mums who have the same worries that you do.  I don’t feel quite so alone this time in my pregnancy. Or quite as mad.

I am nervous for labour, not because of the pain, because of course it hurts. (although The Rose Diaries founder insists that I need to embrace hypnobirthing).  I think I am nervous of the unknown, and that the complications I had first time round could happen again.  However, I remain positive and hopeful.  Both The Duchess of Cambridge and I had labours that lasted the same amount of time with our little Princes, and she has had a short labour with her new Princess, perhaps I could be the same.  Or perhaps I am just wishful thinking.  One thing I know for sure is that I won’t look as amazing as she did after the birth of our little girl.

But when I look at our little boy and think of the difficult birth, I know that every pain and every stitch was worth it. My best friend tells me I should embrace being pregnant, enjoy the glowing stage and worry less.

I know that we have been given a gift that so many people long for.

I know how lucky we are………

The best is yet to come

Hospital Birth – May 2012

Leyla shares her story. It may not be a typical “hypnobirthing” story but she kept calm, used natural birthing positions,  despite not getting the water birth she wanted ….
2am – I remember looking at the clock and trying to go to sleep but the surges kept waking me up.  I had had surges from around 34 weeks some lasting a whole day others just for an hour or two.  But they never became regular enough for me to worry or the intensity increase.  These ones where every 6 minutes and intense enough to stop me sleeping.
4 am – I was still awake unable to get comfy to sleep, in all my waking around as this seemed to be the only thing that helped I had woke up our daughter and had to get her back to sleep, only she wanted to lie in our bed.  I remember watching her sleep and thinking how different things were soon going to be, surges 4 minutes apart but no more painful.
7 am – I had a show and decided that it was perhaps time to wake up husband.  We agreed to wait until 8.
8 am – the surges were still 4 minutes apart we rang the hospital who said we could come in to be checked out.  At that time we lived a 35 – 45 minute drive down the motorway to the hospital.   With my eldest they closed  part of it and I was dreading the same thing happening.  We called nursery and then my parents.
As we got in the car the frequency of the surges slowed to 12 minutes apart, I was gutted but still wanted to be safe and get checked out.
8.50 am – I was examined by a mid wife and was 4-5cm.  They let me stay on the ward.  The midwife told me I did not look in enough pain to be in labour so she would wait until 10 to re asses me and make a decision.
10.40 am – Examined and I was almost 5 cm but I was not longer having surges, they told me to go home.  I was gutted.  I did not want to get stuck on the motorway, just in case and did not really want to go to my parents as I really did not want my daughter to see me in pain.
10.50 – As we were leaving the hospital the next wave of contractions started, this time much stronger and 4 minutes apart.
12.32 – According to the parking machine we arrive back in hospital. I remember the midwife kept trying to get me to lie on my back and I remember my instincts telling me to get on my knees and put my arms on the top of the bed, leaning on the back on it so I was in a more natural position.
I am not sure of the exact timing of it, I remember the midwife was not there just me and my husband, I felt that all mighty pressure and a feeling of self doubt.  I remembered from my first pregnancy that this meant I needed to push so I did, just one.  The midwife came in at this point, this was the second time she had come in and she turned me onto my back to examine me.  She said I can see the membranes, as my waters were still in tact at this point, let me try pop them for you.  She touched them and not only did they pop, but by doing so my daughters head also came out.  My husband said it was one second no head, next second head.   I felt instant relief, no more surges.  Which was when the midwife said twice, on the next contraction push and your baby will be out.  Baby was born at 13.32.
Welcome to the world little one ….
Leyla

The full story was initially shared on This Day I Love

How you feel about birth can change everything.

Every birth story is different but what about when you have a bad experience, how does this affect any future pregnancies? This is not a hypnobirthing story in the “traditional” sense but it is important to see how you feel can change everything.

Stacey shares her story …….

Nobody can really predict what the birth of their children will be like. It’s like following the weather reports – you have every faith that the day will turn out fine and pleasant but you know that there is the chance that they’ve got it all wrong. Even women like me who have already given birth in the past, can’t accurately tell how the next one will pan out.

My first birth was horrific. Every step of it was an unpleasant trip down a bumpy road. I was diagnosed with Polyhydramnios – extra amniotic fluid and let me tell you that by the end of my pregnancy, even after having some of it drained off, I looked  and felt like I was having triplets. Couple that with the heartbreaking knowledge that my child would be born with a birth defect and you can imagine how it must have felt.

The birth itself was a nightmare that comes back to haunt me, in flashes of fuzzy memory. Being induced, having my waters broken, my baby refusing to move, an epidural that didn’t work and eventually a c-section under general anaesthetic. By the time I came round after the operation, I was a shivering wreck of a woman, desperately wanting to see my child. I did eventually. Well, after twenty four hours and the next four months would see me diligently by his crib-side, feeling helpless, lost and alone.

You would think that would have put me off having any more children, and I can assure you it did for a while. However the brain has a funny way of softening the jagged edges of a nightmare, and before you know it, you’re pregnant with twins and dreading yet another horrific birth.

Was it as horrifying as I believed it would be?

Not one bit. It was so far away from my initial birthing experience, that I had to pinch myself at times to make sure it was real! There were little hiccups – gestational diabetes for one and low blood sugar at 37 weeks but by that time, I was ready to pay someone to deliver my double bundle of joy. There’s only so long your womb can take a beating from the inside, by two sibling rivals.

Delivery this time was like having an out of body experience. A planned c-section took the stress and worry out of the situation. As if in a dream, I sat on the edge of the operating table as I received both a spinal block and an epidural, just to be sure. Then back I went, drifting in the clinical white ether as all sensation left my body. It is the strangest and most wonderful feeling ever and I have to admit, I quite enjoyed it.

This time there was no going to sleep. I listened as the green-scrubbed surgeons discussed the insides of my body. I know how that bloke feels now in ‘operation’, immobile while someone does what feels like the washing up in your prone body. I then watched as one by one – a minute between them – my babies were brought into the world. A boy and a girl, one screaming in the crib to be held and the other nestled into the crook of his father’s arms.

My fondest memory of that day, was having my children placed onto my chest, beneath my gown as they stitched me up. The tears rolled down my cheeks at the sight of the two tiny human beings that I had grown inside me for nearly nine months. I had missed out on this wonderful experience with my first child, but this time I experienced all of it’s life-changing magic. They were both perfect.

Stacey

Stacey blogs at http://fivesafellowship.com