Initially Little P responded really positively to the homeopathic remedy. Since then I have been giving her two drops every other day for the last four days
Mmm. I am worried. Little P is an emotional wreak. I know from personal experience taking homeopathy can cause your emotions to rollercoaster if the strength is too high. She is like a dog chasing its tail, running round and round the room. Then she will suddenly stop and burst into tears. She'll then be really clingy and sleepy. She is sleeping really well but is being fussy over her food.
On the plus side, even though she has little patches of eczema showing up, it is not bothering her and I am able to control it with the Aveeno Cream, the homeopath recommend I use.
Thankfully today she seems back to her old self, but I am not a happy mum. I am worried that she is struggling to cope with the remedy and I am questioning very hard whether I am doing the right thing.
Monday, 22 November 2010
Homeopathy for kids allergies
I have posted about how Little P's allergies and ezcema are not getting better. I am on constant guard watching every thing she touches and every one who touches her. I worry myself silly about her having an anaphalactic attack. I am the sort of person who can't just cross my fingers and hope she doesn't. I need some sense of control over a situation. Even if it comes to nothing, at least I did something.
A few people have mentioned to me that homeopathy works wonders for kids and this has been ticking over in my mind for some time. I consulted a homeopath during the final stages of my pregnancy to help turn my transverse baby and also to help bring on labour naturally when I was getting close to my induction date. I found that I responded to her and the treatment really well. Whether it actually did anything physical, I don't know, but it certainly gave me an amazing sense of calm.
So, last week I took Little P to see her and to discuss just how homeopathy may be able to help the condition.
During the appointment, we talked a lot about Little P's character - her likes, dislikes and personality traits. We also talked at length about her birth and her first six months. It was during this time that her eczema was very bad and she was a very, very distressed baby. All the while, Little P happily played with the toys in the office - a trait of hers I am very proud of. The homeopath explained how it works and assured me there are no side effects. It draws the eczema out of the body, which will result in an initial flare up, but eventually clear of her immune system.
On to the treatment itself. Before I could start giving her any homeopathy, I had to get some supplements to support the remedies. These don't come cheap but if its going to help, show me where to sign. After giving her the supplements for three days, I then started on the homepathy remedy - in Little P's case Nat Mur LM1. I have to put two drops in a bit of water.
Well, the reaction to the treatment has been instantly noticeable. Little P is on hyper drive. Its like she is on cloud 9. She is a very happy and energetic bubble anyway but it seems to have been turned up a notch. She is also telling me she is hungry, something she has never done before, so I am giving her little snacks between meals. Sorry to get graphic here but pooey, I am having to change her nappy three or four times a day and peg my nose while I do it! This is all really positive apparently and exactly what the homeopath hoped and thought would happen.
I'm now to give her two drops every other day and see what happens. Watch this space, and keep your fingers crossed for us.
A few people have mentioned to me that homeopathy works wonders for kids and this has been ticking over in my mind for some time. I consulted a homeopath during the final stages of my pregnancy to help turn my transverse baby and also to help bring on labour naturally when I was getting close to my induction date. I found that I responded to her and the treatment really well. Whether it actually did anything physical, I don't know, but it certainly gave me an amazing sense of calm.
So, last week I took Little P to see her and to discuss just how homeopathy may be able to help the condition.
During the appointment, we talked a lot about Little P's character - her likes, dislikes and personality traits. We also talked at length about her birth and her first six months. It was during this time that her eczema was very bad and she was a very, very distressed baby. All the while, Little P happily played with the toys in the office - a trait of hers I am very proud of. The homeopath explained how it works and assured me there are no side effects. It draws the eczema out of the body, which will result in an initial flare up, but eventually clear of her immune system.
On to the treatment itself. Before I could start giving her any homeopathy, I had to get some supplements to support the remedies. These don't come cheap but if its going to help, show me where to sign. After giving her the supplements for three days, I then started on the homepathy remedy - in Little P's case Nat Mur LM1. I have to put two drops in a bit of water.
Well, the reaction to the treatment has been instantly noticeable. Little P is on hyper drive. Its like she is on cloud 9. She is a very happy and energetic bubble anyway but it seems to have been turned up a notch. She is also telling me she is hungry, something she has never done before, so I am giving her little snacks between meals. Sorry to get graphic here but pooey, I am having to change her nappy three or four times a day and peg my nose while I do it! This is all really positive apparently and exactly what the homeopath hoped and thought would happen.
I'm now to give her two drops every other day and see what happens. Watch this space, and keep your fingers crossed for us.
Thursday, 11 November 2010
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
A gummy problem!
As I have gleefully shared with you, the Boy is such a happy baby. I can leave him in any arms and he is content. So yesturday for the first time I left him with my mum so I could take Little P to a homeopathy appointment (I am hoping it will help her allergies. I will report!)
At 5pm, when her appointment was supposed to have finished I got a call. All I could hear was screaming and a faint but very panicked voice asking if I was nearly home. Oh dear.
I ran home. Now please note, I don't do running. But the stress of hearing the Boy in such a pickle propelled me down the street at break neck speed as Little P yelled 'weeeeeeeeee' as she enjoyed the ride of her life in her Quinny Zapp.
As I approached fairy cottage I could see my mum in the kitchen rocking the Boy back and forth in a frantic manner and she had 'save me' written all over her face.
I scooped him up and gave him a big cuddle thinking a mummy cuddle may be all he needs. Still he cried. I plopped him on to the boob thinking he may be hungry. He guzzled. I expected calmness to descend, but oh no, he continued to scream. My heart was pounding. I am not used to seeing my baby distressed and it was plucking at my heart strings. I then ran my little finger along his gums. Bingo, I hit a hard spot.
It all came flooding back. Little P is only 22 months but there are lots of things about her time as a baby I have decided not to remember...teething topping the list!
Right, now where are you Bonjelo. Here we go again.....
At 5pm, when her appointment was supposed to have finished I got a call. All I could hear was screaming and a faint but very panicked voice asking if I was nearly home. Oh dear.
I ran home. Now please note, I don't do running. But the stress of hearing the Boy in such a pickle propelled me down the street at break neck speed as Little P yelled 'weeeeeeeeee' as she enjoyed the ride of her life in her Quinny Zapp.
As I approached fairy cottage I could see my mum in the kitchen rocking the Boy back and forth in a frantic manner and she had 'save me' written all over her face.
I scooped him up and gave him a big cuddle thinking a mummy cuddle may be all he needs. Still he cried. I plopped him on to the boob thinking he may be hungry. He guzzled. I expected calmness to descend, but oh no, he continued to scream. My heart was pounding. I am not used to seeing my baby distressed and it was plucking at my heart strings. I then ran my little finger along his gums. Bingo, I hit a hard spot.
It all came flooding back. Little P is only 22 months but there are lots of things about her time as a baby I have decided not to remember...teething topping the list!
Right, now where are you Bonjelo. Here we go again.....
This week we have been mostly.....
Giggling
The Boy is not only a smiler, but a giggler too. His huge goggly eyes watch your every move as you potter about the room and if you stop and give him a little tickle he beams from ear to ear and if you start cooing he erupts into a chuckle.
Sleeping
Every night this week the Boy has slept soundly from 10.30pm to 7am. I could kiss you all as I flick away the matchsticks that have been holding my eyes open for the past three months. What is the secret? Bah, heck if I know, but I have my theory. His thumb. You see he has sucked his thumb for a few weeks and every time he stirs, in it pops. The perfect self soother.
Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit
Little P is making perfect sense (to me anyway). Take the other night when I tip toed quietly into her room after lights out to retrieve my clothes (more of that later). As the floor board creeked she stood bolt up right in her cot and said as clear as crystal "Whats going on mummy, why are you in my room?"
Minding our P's and Q's
Along with her vocabulary, Little P's manners have hit the top spot. She is saying please and thank you at just about any opportunity. Not only that but she is very apologetic too. If she trips over a toy she says "Sorry toy", if she drops her spoon she says "sorry spoon" and so on.
Hitting the high notes
Because she is so busy apologising Little P's tantrums have toned down. Honestly she has barely had any this week. BUT when she does, fetch me my earplugs. On sunday, for example, Mr Scruff had to go out. Little P did not want him to go and bearing in mind she missed her sleep the day before so she was completely overtired, she stood in the middle of the kitchen and screamed. And I mean screamed, really screamed. Ouch.
Going on walks
Having not been to Hampstead Heath since we moved away from that area a year ago, I have walked there twice this week. It's breathtaking at this time of year.
Ordering carpets
I never thought this day would come. Mr Scruff has spent months decorating the three bedrooms at Fairy Cottage and at last we are ready to order carpets. And boy do we need them. The house is freezing. I can not wait as it means I can put my interior designer hat on and get accessorising. It also means I may finally gain a wardrobe and the piles of clothes scattered around the three bedrooms can finally disappear behind closed doors.
getting crafty
With the kids too young to enjoy the big bangs, we celebrated fireworks night with some marbles dipped in paint and a pot of glitter. Voila!
The Boy is not only a smiler, but a giggler too. His huge goggly eyes watch your every move as you potter about the room and if you stop and give him a little tickle he beams from ear to ear and if you start cooing he erupts into a chuckle.
Sleeping
Every night this week the Boy has slept soundly from 10.30pm to 7am. I could kiss you all as I flick away the matchsticks that have been holding my eyes open for the past three months. What is the secret? Bah, heck if I know, but I have my theory. His thumb. You see he has sucked his thumb for a few weeks and every time he stirs, in it pops. The perfect self soother.
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| sleeping soundly |
Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit
Little P is making perfect sense (to me anyway). Take the other night when I tip toed quietly into her room after lights out to retrieve my clothes (more of that later). As the floor board creeked she stood bolt up right in her cot and said as clear as crystal "Whats going on mummy, why are you in my room?"
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| Did I also mention that Little P has developed a strange obsession with swimming goggles, insisting she wear them every where we go. Mmmm? |
Minding our P's and Q's
Along with her vocabulary, Little P's manners have hit the top spot. She is saying please and thank you at just about any opportunity. Not only that but she is very apologetic too. If she trips over a toy she says "Sorry toy", if she drops her spoon she says "sorry spoon" and so on.
Hitting the high notes
Because she is so busy apologising Little P's tantrums have toned down. Honestly she has barely had any this week. BUT when she does, fetch me my earplugs. On sunday, for example, Mr Scruff had to go out. Little P did not want him to go and bearing in mind she missed her sleep the day before so she was completely overtired, she stood in the middle of the kitchen and screamed. And I mean screamed, really screamed. Ouch.
Going on walks
Having not been to Hampstead Heath since we moved away from that area a year ago, I have walked there twice this week. It's breathtaking at this time of year.
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| The view from Kenwood House |
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| running through the leaves |
Ordering carpets
I never thought this day would come. Mr Scruff has spent months decorating the three bedrooms at Fairy Cottage and at last we are ready to order carpets. And boy do we need them. The house is freezing. I can not wait as it means I can put my interior designer hat on and get accessorising. It also means I may finally gain a wardrobe and the piles of clothes scattered around the three bedrooms can finally disappear behind closed doors.
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| Our old wardrobe...oh how I miss thee |
getting crafty
With the kids too young to enjoy the big bangs, we celebrated fireworks night with some marbles dipped in paint and a pot of glitter. Voila!
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Thursday, 4 November 2010
Fringe benefits....
I am going to book an appointment to have my hair cut. This means one thing. The return of my beloved fringe.
I have made no secret of my love of the humble fringe and have championed it in ELLE and to anyone else who will listen. Its a no brainer. It gives your hair an instant 'style' even if it hasn't been 'styled'.
Having been too pregnant or too post natal to visit the hairdressers, I have allowed my fringe to grow out. It has left me feeling, well, exposed. Naked. I posted a few weeks ago how self conscious I am feeling at the moment. My confidence wobbling like my jelly belly. So I am doing something about it.
I am determined to break my style rut. Rekindle my love affair with fashion. Learn to look after me, just a little bit, to help put the spring back in my step. I am going to cast aside the trackie bottoms that have not left my legs for a good four months, indulge my skin in some TLC and free my hair from the permenant top knot it finds itself day in, day out.
You see I am one of those people who saves anything half decent 'for best'. But with my social life consisting of rhyme time and a stroll around the park, that's as good as it gets. Granted the only people I see most days are the dog walkers and toddlers, but that's not the point. It's all about how good it will make me feel.
So step one is my hair. With two under two, I need low maintenance hair. I need it to look good whatever. Whenever. No blow drying, no products and certainly no tonging/straighteners or other such pampering pursuits. I need to be able to whip it to one side when the baby is on the shoulder, stick it up high when marching to the Grand ole Duke in a tropically heated play group, look fairly decent loose first thing in the morning when chasing the toddler down the street and withstand more than a few days without a shampoo.
I say you never, EVER go to the hairdressers without pictorial support. Unless your stylist knows you really well, I have learned the hard way that leaving them 'to do what they like' results in an embarrassed smile and thank you, followed by tears and tantrums at home.
I'm taking these......
I have made no secret of my love of the humble fringe and have championed it in ELLE and to anyone else who will listen. Its a no brainer. It gives your hair an instant 'style' even if it hasn't been 'styled'.
Having been too pregnant or too post natal to visit the hairdressers, I have allowed my fringe to grow out. It has left me feeling, well, exposed. Naked. I posted a few weeks ago how self conscious I am feeling at the moment. My confidence wobbling like my jelly belly. So I am doing something about it.
I am determined to break my style rut. Rekindle my love affair with fashion. Learn to look after me, just a little bit, to help put the spring back in my step. I am going to cast aside the trackie bottoms that have not left my legs for a good four months, indulge my skin in some TLC and free my hair from the permenant top knot it finds itself day in, day out.
You see I am one of those people who saves anything half decent 'for best'. But with my social life consisting of rhyme time and a stroll around the park, that's as good as it gets. Granted the only people I see most days are the dog walkers and toddlers, but that's not the point. It's all about how good it will make me feel.
So step one is my hair. With two under two, I need low maintenance hair. I need it to look good whatever. Whenever. No blow drying, no products and certainly no tonging/straighteners or other such pampering pursuits. I need to be able to whip it to one side when the baby is on the shoulder, stick it up high when marching to the Grand ole Duke in a tropically heated play group, look fairly decent loose first thing in the morning when chasing the toddler down the street and withstand more than a few days without a shampoo.
I say you never, EVER go to the hairdressers without pictorial support. Unless your stylist knows you really well, I have learned the hard way that leaving them 'to do what they like' results in an embarrassed smile and thank you, followed by tears and tantrums at home.
I'm taking these......
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| I dream of one day, when I grow up, becoming a Chloe girl. The carefree attitude, the brow skimming lengths and the broiderie anglais. Sigh. A soft uneven fringe looks just as good as it grows out eliminating the need for unrealistic monthly trips for a fringe trim. |
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| Should Jane Birkin, like me, happen to have lines on her forehead in this picture you can't see em can you. Genius. (I know, I know, chances are she is flawless but thats not the point). |
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| My style crush Zooey Deschanel, has those dreamy layered bits down the side. So when you whip it up, they stay to frame your face and look so pweetty. |
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| just because we all need a bit of a Bardot lift in our lives. |
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