I think I’ve narrowed it down.

Now.
What to wear??

You’ll have known me (or not) have a sad on twitter because all the blogging conferences are (were) in the US and WAY too expensive for me to attend. Until last summer I stumbled upon BritMums Live AND Cybher! Finally, blogging conferences I could afford to attend.

My excitement is immense, but so are my nerves! *looks for brown paper bag* I don’t really know anyone, my blog isn’t as well known as some, I’m taking my new baby with me, will she cry during my favourite bloggers talk/panel? (I’m sorry and apologise in advance to HerBadMother) and also, one of my favourite bloggers is speaking at BritMums. I am going to get to meet her! What if my head explodes?!

So when BritMums Mari posted to twitter a short intro linky, I thought I’d give it ago.

So here goes!

Name: Becca – it’s actually Rebecca, but being called Rebecca is a lot like being told off. “Rebecca! That’s enough wine!” “Rebecca! What have I told you about doing those types of things in public?!”

Blog: Mrs Flams! You’re here!!!!!!!!

Twitter ID: @becca_masters

Height: 5ft 2, I think

Hair: Currently? A mishmash of brown, scraped up into a messy bun. On the day? Probably the same!

Eyes: two of them. Brown ones.

Is this your first blogging conference?

See ramblings above. Currently, yes. On the day? It’ll be my 2nd! I’m sure ill be a pro.

Are you attending both days?

Yup!!!

What are you most looking forward to at BritMums Live 2013?

HerBadMother! *small scream* seriously, the whole lot!

What are you wearing?

Probably something covered in bits of sick and poo, sadly not because of an epic night out though, but because I’m bringing my new baby who will be slightly less new at 12 week old.

What do you hope to gain from BritMums Live 2013?

Learn new things and meet new friends!

Tell us one thing about you that not everyone knows

Ummmm, I haven’t the foggiest. I’m pretty much an open book. Have you seen my twitter feed?!

I looked at him and replied “go on”

He then said “I’m 4 episodes behind on Game of Thrones and I don’t even care”

At that moment Emma did the biggest smile.

She’s going to have daddy wrapped around her tiny finger I think.

Apparently when babies hit the 6 week mark they begin smiling. We’re not quite at 6 weeks yet, a few days off.

We had the odd smile a week or so ago, but didn’t get the camera quick enough.
Today? We had lots. And enough time to get photos!

In those 5 weeks I haven’t been away from her for more than a few hours. That was to go to the dentist and to the doctors. Until now.

Instead of being at home with my small human, I am sat in a hospital bed missing her.

I miss her face.
I miss her new smiles.
I miss her new gurgling.
I miss her cries.
I miss her smell.
I miss her so incredibly much.

This is hard. So hard.

I never ever expected to feel so lost or sad and it’s times like this that make me dread when I have to return to work at the end of the summer.

When you decide to have a baby, lots of things get forgotten, or rather you just don’t think about them.
I never thought for a moment “what happens if i get sick?”

Yet here I am. Not sick exactly. I don’t have anything infectious, or life threatening. Yet I’m sat in a hospital bed with suspected appendicitis and waiting to find out if I need to have surgery tomorrow.

It sucks in more ways than one.

I’m not too fussed about me (appendectomies are routine) but I am super fussed about Emma.

She’s is great hands with her daddy, but it’s also his first time with her alone through the night.

I miss them both terribly.

Being sick whilst being a Mom is hard.

Babies feel comforted by being close to you, it’s calming for them.
You have your hands free to be able to eat/drink/read a book/do light housework etc.
Promotes healthy babies, being so close to mum or dad helps them to regulate breathing and physical responses.

For more information, check out this site.

Baby slings? They are super cute! And many of them very expensive! My Moby Wrap was £43, but some of them can go up to £160 (possibly even more!)

So I was delighted when my parents got me a Moby Wrap for my birthday.

It’s taken some getting used to for both myself and Emma.

Putting it on was easy (following the instructions) but getting Emma into the sling and settled, as well as ensuring I was comfortable and felt that Emma was secure, was another matter!!

It’s taken several attempts, but today we cracked it.

I put the sling on, put Emma in it, and after 2 adjustments, Emma was content and fast asleep within 5 minutes!

this post is not a sponsored or paid post, just simply my own views on a product I wanted to try out. This post is not endorsed by Moby Wrap. I am however happy to review baby products, so if you are a brand who wants to send me baby stuff in return for an honest review then please get in touch.

When Emma grows up she’s going to be a space explorer.

True story.

I’m getting to grips with breast feeding and being peed on and explosive projectile poo.

I’m getting the hang of this mothering business.

After having Emma, I was told I had to take Iron tablets, as well as antibiotics (2 lots!) and the many pain relief tablets, not to mention daily injections to prevent DVT and PE (for the next 6 weeks!)

It was a pretty easy labour and birth (thanks to my epidural) however I lost a litre of blood. Which is apparently quite a lot to lose. However months and months of taking prenatal vitamins meant that my iron stores were very good and despite losing a litre of blood my iron count was still 10.9 after delivery.

Even though my iron count was still pretty good, I had to take the iron tablets (standard if your level is 12 or lower it seems) and then have a follow up blood test 2 weeks after the birth.

I had my blood test yesterday morning. This morning my doctors surgery sent me a text message asking me to make an appointment as my results showed a B12 deficiency which required further injections for me.

People may complain about the NHS, but that’s pretty good going, having a blood draw yesterday and then getting the results back the very next day.

I don’t like the fact that I have to have more injections, or the fact that if my body doesn’t manage the deficiency and resolve itself then i’ll be on these injections for the foreseeable future.

My pregnancy at the start was OK, the sciatica was a bitch, the middle it got a bit more difficult, what with the increased sciatica and the itching, and by the end I could hardly walk on most days, my skin was scabby from the blood I’d drawn scratching my itches and I was ready to be a mother, ready to stop vein pregnant.

Labour? Well, they reckon that you don’t remember the pain. Ha! It’s 2 weeks on and it’s still fresh and clear in my mind. I certainly won’t be forgetting it and neither will I be in any hurry to experience it again.

The best part of my labour was the moment my epidural was cited and the pain went away. The gas and air was pretty awesome too.

By the end of it, I had this pretty awesome teeny weeny bundle of amazingness.

She’s worth every pain and medicine and cringey moment where I have to inject myself.

Still not too happy about the B12 deficiency though.