Baby Clothes 101- Dressing A Newborn

Baby style in the first month should be one thing – easy.

I had several shopping frenzies during pregnancy (blame the hormones, argggh). I’m talking frou frou yellow tutus, little pink fur coats, uber cool and cutesy dungarees – Lalita was gonna be the most stylish newborn for miles! Then my angel came into this world and after marvelling at her for many, many hours I realised:

1) She was so damn beautiful.

2) She was delicate and I was terrified every time I had to change her outfit.

3) She could poop for England.

Newborns are so scrummy that they do not need bells and whistles when it comes to clothes. A simple romper (with front poppers, not with poppers up the back or down below) and vest will do! Who has time to twist a baby this way and that into the latest from Burberry Kids when you haven’t slept all night and the  bambino spends most of their time sleeping?! You want to be able to whip outfits off swiftly to limit the amount of damage done by newborn poo/spit up/wee spillage etc and you don’t want to waste money on something they will wear once due to their super duper growth rates.

The result of an early shopping frenzy, yikes!

You see the haul above? Lalita wore none of it!

I found shopping at the likes of for the daily onesies [prices start at around £6 for one or £12 for a pack of three], for a few special occasion (and very durable) onesies [prices from £16 for a pack of three and for vests, hats, mittens and other baby accoutrements to be all I needed. Of course if you have special occasions such as a Christening or Christmas popping up when your newborn is still a newborn then you’re going to want to get something special. I picked up a beautiful satin red dress for Lalita’s first Christmas from Boots for £10.99.

"Mama I like this onesie, please don't put me in a tutu!"

“Mama, I like this onesie. Please don’t put me in a tutu!”


I wasted a small sweet fortune on unsuitable clothes for my little one, hope you don’t (or didn’t) too!


The Scary Blue Line

Pregnancy is scary. Point blank period. Regardless of whether you’ve been planning it, getting out the ovulation kits and popping folic acid like a folate fiend or find yourself unexpectedly up the duff , when you discover that you are with child one of your initial feelings will undoubtedly be fear.

This is because you know that your world is about to change irrevocably. Forever. You will become responsible for the life, well-being and happiness of another human being. Another human being who is also 50% you. YIKES!

Needless to say I was bloody scared when I found out I was pregnant. My partner and I had been together for just over a year when his super swimmers did the business. We’d enjoyed a year of happy heady times, filled with great memories, great holidays, great sex and everything else that happens when you fall  head over heels in love with somebody. We had ended 2012 (our annus love-abilis) in spectacular style celebrating the New Year in Croatia and had begun to plan in earnest a round the world trip when.  BOOM. I  started to feel decidedly OUT OF SORTS.

Responsible future parents?!

Responsible future parents?!

The Clues *in case you think you might be pregnant, ladies look out for these signs*

The sudden blue cheese aversion – I love cheese. But suddenly it didn’t love me.

After a glass of wine you don’t feel fine – I love wine. I can sink a whole bottle of moscato (I’m not proud of this) over the course of an evening and feel no pain. But suddenly one drink was making my head pound like it’d been squeezed in a vice. “I have a really bad hangover and I didn’t even drink that much.” I whined to a friend after a night out who sagely told me, “Darling we’re 30 now – we can’t recover like we used to.” I believed her. She turned out to be wrong.

Moon face dawns – My face became very round, very moon like. “Babe, your face is getting a little puffy.” The Boy said (I hit him, he shut up).

You cannot do more than 2 minutes of an Insanity workout – Without feeling like your chest is going to leap through your mouth, smack you round the face and scream, “stop the madness,” because only a couple of minutes into your bootleg download of the fabled work out, you are gasping for breath on all fours so delirious that you wonder if the instructor will pop through the screen and force you to do 50 extra jack knives because you’ve stopped.

The biggest clue is the late period. Obviously…

When my period was a day late (the day of the Boy’s birthday) I decided to take a pregnancy test. ClearBlue Digital.


Actual test!

Actual test!

Cue tears, fears and a slew of we’ll be fine dears from the Boy.  And after a sleepless night, I was all smiles and patting my (suddenly huge to me) belly – I was gonna be a mama!!!