I didn’t know what prematurity was.

And strictly speaking I still don’t. Not properly anyway.
For this post I need to give you a bit of back story.

Little H is our miracle baby. Or our rainbow baby if you prefer that term.
(A rainbow baby is the term used for a baby born after a loss. The term comes from the way a beautiful rainbow appears after a storm and although we had to brave the storm first the rainbow appearing lifts our hearts again)
Mr B and I went through a rather large storm. Which was so very hard. 8 miscarriages in total. And a lot of heartache. We were lucky in the sense that they were all early miscarriages, the first 7 were all before 7 weeks, and with my 8th we got to 13 weeks before it was discovered that I’d had another missed miscarriage.

And as hard as it all was whilst all the sadness was going on there were tests being done and for our 8th pregnancy I was taking baby asprin (75mg. Although I feel I should say only try this with the support of your doctor) and it was the furthest we’d gotten. So the doctors tested my clotting agents whilst I still had pregnancy hormone in my system, and then again 3 months later to see if there was a difference. There was! At a review appointment with the obstetric consultant we decided that the next time I got pregnant I would do blood thinning injections (clexane) at a low dose (30mg) alongside the baby asprin and that I could also have some progesterone pessaries for the whole of the first trimester to see if that helped.

I got my BFP (big fat positive) for Little H on the 1st October (officially,  although I’d had a faint positive the night before, and I was charting my basal body temperature and my chart was looking good) and I rang my consultants secretary, who knew me pretty well by that point… I was shaking as I was telling her! She couldn’t get me an appointment to see Mr. G for a couple of weeks if I remember rightly but she managed to get him to do my clexane prescription, along with the progesterone and an appointment was booked for the next day at the antenatal day unit for me to be shown how to do my injections!

I was petrified of needles at that point. Having a tattoo I could do no problem, having blood tests or injections required a lot of focus on a lightswitch or a spot on the wall. So when I got there and the midwife (who was lovely!) got me to do the injection myself with a lot of encouragement to “get it in there” but I did it! The next day at home on my own having to do it reduced me to a mess of tears! Luckily at that time Mr. B did field work so he came home for lunch and managed to calm me down enough that I did it. I still remember being so terrified but so angry at myself because I knew that if I couldn’t do it I might lose this baby too.

They got easier after that, a lot easier. And aside from the huge bruises the jabs left I saw a lot more positive outcomes from them as we had scans at around 6, 8, 10 & 12 weeks. I cried with happiness at every scan. And the ladies at the early pregnancy unit looked after me so well (as you can imagine in the years before they’d only ever given me sad news)

To me we had a really smooth pregnancy, I had an appointment with Mr. G the consultant at 16 weeks when he advised me I could stop the progesterone completely (I’d been weaning myself off of them as I was scared) and I asked him about birthing options. I’d wanted a water birth. It was then he told me we were aiming for 36 weeks, and that they’d need to keep a very close eye on me when labouring so no water birth. I remember feeling sad at that, but Mr. G had my complete confidence, and at the end of every appointment he said we’re having a baby this time. And patted my shoulder in an I’ve got your back kind of way.

Time started passing quickly, I wouldn’t let anyone buy any baby stuff until I passed 26 weeks. It was going to be 20 weeks but I kept pushing it back! So around 30 weeks one of my mums friends came and painted the walls of the spare room white and Mr. B put the cot up. I’d finished making “flo” a crocheted blanket which was pink purple and green (a large granny square!) Because we didn’t know if flo was a girl or boy (the name flo came from finding nemo because my mantra before we got pregnant was just keep swimming but I wasn’t allowed to use Dory so Mr. B picked flo!)

At 32 weeks I had a growth scan. I’d had a couple in the weeks before, but that day I felt different. I packed my hospital bag that morning in a panic. As I was laid on the bed whilst the sonographer did the scan and as she started I said “out of interest what happens if you spot something not quite right?” And she said if they see something that’s not quite right they’d just semd me to the antenatal clinic to see a consultant.
She kept listening to the blood flow down the umbilical cord, even to me it sounded different than it had in the weeks before. And she asked me to wait outside for a moment as she would be sending me to the antenatal clinic.

From this point out I realised I didn’t actually have a clue what would happen. In my black and white mind you either had a healthy baby that went home with you, or you didn’t.

I felt sick to my stomach. The sonographer explained that Flo’s growth had slowed almost to a stop in the last 2 weeks. And now there was an ‘absent diastolic flow’ through the cord (which Mr. G explained that the blood wasn’t flowing quite right so flo wasn’t getting enough of what was needed) when I got to the antenatal clinic the head midwife was there and told me I would be being admitted and she took me straight in to see Mr. G who explained what was happening and that I wouldn’t be going home until baby was born. Which in my head they were still aiming for 36 weeks so 4 weeks in hospital!

The next day Mr. G came to see me and the midwife who was looking after me. I think it was around this time I realised it was the same lovely midwife (lets call her Lou) who’d taught me how to do my injections! He told me that they’d be keeping a very close eye on me and that the mw would be updating him regularly. I asked if I could have a tour of the neonatal unit as I’d been reading up on the bliss website and had gathered from the midwives that the unit had a space on standby for me so I wanted to be prepared mentally.

At that point I think my black and white thinking had started to realise that it wasn’t as I thought it was. My due date buddy from the pregnancy forum who was having twins had a week earlier had them (31 weeks) and she was putting pictures and updates on how they were doing. And when she heard that I’d been admitted was great support by text.

I think it was friday morning that Mr. G came to see me and they talked to me about a fine line between it being better for baby to stay in utero and being better for baby to be delivered and monitored more closely. By this point I’d read a lot of information and asked the midwives lots of questions so when they mentioned induction I declined. I couldn’t force my body (& flo’s) through labour especially as the blood flow to flo was already iffy. So they booked a c-section for the 4th May. (It was the 23rd April and I was 32+6)

That weekend Mr. G wasn’t on duty and he was having a mini break away somewhere,  but he left Lou the midwife his personal mobile number just in case.
What I didn’t know at the time was that I was in the early stages of pre eclampsia and obstetric cholestasis. Saturday evening I heard a hushed call that Lou the midwife made, which was followed by a call to Mr. G.
I thought nothing of it and carried on crocheting the blanket I was making for a craft swap on the forum!

Monday morning Mr. G was by my bedside before they’d even brought breakfast out. That was when I knew I was in trouble.
He explained that they were now totally on that fine line and that my liver was starting to attack itself and they were worried if they left me much longer I would get very poorly. So a c section was booked for the next morning. The 27th April 2010.

I don’t really remember much about that monday morning. I remember lou the midwife telling me that she was so proud that I’d stayed so calm throughout and that she’d expected me to have baby over the weekend (she’d literally been on pins keeping an eye on me, but it seemed that my calmness helped!)
I do remember ringing Mr. B desperate to know where he was (visiting started at 9 and he casually strolled in at 10.30 unaware of Mr. G booking me in!) and realising that I had no music for in theatre, so mum brought me in Bowie’s Hunky Dory album. And that night I sat in bed doing my eyebrows and it was the Madonna episode of Glee.

The 27th April 2010, there wasn’t a plane in the sky because of the ash cloud. They did my pre op stuff pretty early. Lou the midwife was off that day (but had been so excited doing babys tag things the day before!) We walked to the theatre at 9am. And the consultant anaesthetist tried for an hour to do a spinal block but she just couldn’t get where she needed to be. Thanks to Bowie and hypnobirthing I managed to stay calm and just didn’t think about what they were doing back there!
After an hour I was reaching the end of my calmness, I just sat there for a moment thinking they were the last wriggles and kicks I would feel. In my memory those last couple of minutes lasted a long time. Beyond that everything was unknown, that realisation made it hard to stay calm and focussed. (I stand by that the hypnobirthing books and cds helped me for that week in hospital and the hour in theatre)

I took a deep breath and said “I’m sorry I can’t take anymore can we do a general anesthetic” the consultant anaesthetist apologised that she hadn’t been able to get into my spine, she’d really thought she’d be able to. And they ushered Mr. B out of theatre and then it all went very all hands on deck. I tried to block out all of the medical stuff and focussed on Bowie. As they put me under “quicksand” was playing and the anaesthetist said “when you wake up you’ll be a mummy!”

Tears started to flow. But the anesthetic started to work so it put a halt to that feeling like my heart was about to burst.

I came round in the recovery room, freezing cold and scared. Mr. B was there waiting for me, and a midwife who when I was a bit more with it told me we’d had a little boy, he was 4lb 1oz and had wee’d all over the travel incubator! When I had warmed up and was ok to move they wheeled me over to the neonatal unit.

Nothing prepares you for how you’ll feel when you’ve just become a mummy but your baby is in a little incubator. The CPAP machine was helping him breathe because he was getting tired doing it by himself. A stranger has to tell you “here is your baby” and although you are so proud that they are here and ‘ok’ all you can actually say is “I’m so sorry”
That feeling of my heart being about to burst was all of a sudden back. I managed to take some pictures of him, but I was laid on the hospital bed and I felt like I couldn’t move without feeling pain. But that pain in my heart hurt more and I just couldn’t stop crying.
One of the neonatal staff said “I think mum has had enough” and I was taken back down to the maternity ward. Luckily I was in a side room because I couldn’t deal with seeing other people’s babies. I think I cried and slept most of that first day away.
I still cry at the knowledge that I can’t remember that first day. And I hate that I couldn’t carry him closer to term!
My mum was in my room as soon as visiting hours began, I really didn’t want to see anyone I wanted so much to be left alone to feel sorry for myself. But she was there, armed with bags full of blue clothes that she’d ran out and brought as soon as she got the phone call from Mr. B. It made me smile.
They went up to the neonatal unit to see an un named baby B. (It was in the aftermath of swine flu so they’d only just started letting grandparents back into the neonatal unit)

They came back beaming at how cute he was and how strong he looked. I think I just cried. I didn’t see him again that day. I knew the maternity unit was already stretched without needing 2 people to push my bed back up to the unit. So I slept a lot. Someone came to do a bed bath that evening which pushed me to tears again. I really did just want to be left alone, no one to touch me or be in my space, the night midwife was quite pushy in offering it and made me listen to why they were so insistent. I had to tell her I knew why they offered but in the morning I’d have a shower. I really just wanted to be left alone.

The next morning I asked someone to show me how to get out of bed so I could shower. Mr. B came and stood in the bathroom with me because I was scared I might pass out. I managed to look at my stitches in the mirror too!

Then Mr. B pushed me up to the neonatal unit in a wheelchair. I saw my boy again. This time the CPAP machine was off so he just looked like a tiny baby. We got to hold him but only for a short while. All I did was cry and apologise to him! We asked how long they thought before he’d be home, and were advised to aim for his due date (12th June)

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My litt man ♡
I think he was about a week old in that picture and at his lowest weight of 3lb 5oz. He was only just starting to be fed my expressed milk because he’d had an infection in his tummy that they’d treated first so he’d been IV fluids only. I did as much skin to skin time as they’d let me but he’d search for milk and it was so hard to not feed him.
At just over 2 weeks old he was moved from the NICU room where there was lots of machines and stuff into the nursery and into a cot as opposed to the incubator.

I remember buzzing at the door to the neonatal unit and peeping through the window and seeing his incubator empty and immediately feeling sick… where had they taken him, was he ok?! When the nurse answered the door they broke the amazing news that he’d moved into the nursery and into a cot!!! So proud of him!!

He spent just under 2 weeks in the nursery just sleeping feeding and growing. We established breastfeeding and near the end I ‘roomed in’ at the hospital for 2 nights and got Little H all to myself for the night times. It was hard trying to feed in an unfamiliar bed with the sensor mat beeping whilst he slept. But I loved it.

At 3 weeks 6 days old Little H came home. He was still diddy but was just above his birth weight and gaining weight ok.

Here’s how diddy he was in his moses basket…

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We still had a bit of a journey to go ahead of us but gradually he’s grown into a little man. And I totally get the lyrics to athlete’s ‘wires’ the whole song makes me cry but the end “looking at you now, you would never know” makes my heart do that thing of bursting pride!

We were very lucky.  I made it to over 33 weeks so he didn’t really need much help. I think he had 24 hours of CPAP and then just a couple of days of free flow oxygen into his incubator. If his tummy hadn’t had that infection our journey through neonatal would have been classed as easy.
Through the neonatal unit we’ve met parents who had 24 week babies and their journeys are a true roller coaster. They’re the stories that humble and amaze you. So many amazing children and parents, and they then went on to support me mentally through MJs pregnancy as they all wanted me to get to term and not need neonatal! (Which we managed!)

Neonatal babies truly are amazing. And not all babies who need the help of the teams at neonatal units are premature babies but thanks to modern medicine we know so much more and so many parents will be eternally grateful to the teams who helped them out.

Sorry it’s so long, but once I started writing it felt good to sit and write about it all.

A massive thanks to Mr. G and “Lou” the midwife. Also to all of the staff at Warrington Neonatal Unit. Words really aren’t enough.

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Looking at you now, you would never know ♡

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Edited to add : there’s a wonderful facebook page called birth without fear they also have a blog
There are also wonderful internet forums out there full of people who will help and advise if you’re expecting, or they’ll listen if you just wanted somewhere to talk about your birth story.
Natural Mamas is full of people who can advise on hypnobirthing and baby wearing and cloth nappies (and just general pregnancy stuff)

Pregnancy Forum is a more generalised parenting forum and it’s where my internet “home” was through my stormy times.

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Lazy days

Calling to you!!

Sorry to start with a random Robbie Williams lyric but it’s been stuck in my head since I decided lazy days should be the title earlier today!

Mr. B has been off of work for a couple of days. Which naturally means that one of the boys is going to get poorly. Which of course happened!
Little H woke up on Wednesday night and was sick.  So the last 3 days have been spent having lots of cuddles and all of us feeling pretty sleepy.
I had joked earlier in the week that as it’s Mr.  B’s birthday next week that we should plan something for this week. (Because last year it was as we were getting ready to go for a birthday lunch that Little H was sick!) And touch wood he should be ok by the time it actually is Mr. B’s birthday!

Anyway, I digress!
Not much crocheting has been done as you can imagine. Last night I did manage to finish my Frayed Knot perfect cowl. I only had to sew in afew ends and construct & attatch the flower. After that I did a row or two of the little blanket I’m making for a friend who’s collecting them for her local neonatal unit. Then I realised I was really tired and called it a night.

Today when I got up I spent some time playing with the boys and after lunch Mr. B told me he thought I should go upstairs and relax with my crocheting. You don’t have to tell me twice! (I think it was a ploy so he could watch football!)

I did a bit more of the neonatal blanket, and then switched to the pastel coloured granmy stripe for a bit and then went and had a lovely hot bath and started reading Game of Thrones which I’m really liking!

So aside from the poorly toddler we’ve had a chilled couple of days. :)

I shall leave you with a picture.

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♡ Mrs. B

A bit all over the place!

Evening!
I can’t seem to settle on a project to work on. Which isn’t good!
I currently have unfinished ~
Attic24 birdies.
Frayed knots’ perfect cowl.
A Red Heart Manhattan cardigan
The spiral blanket (pattern by colourinasimplelife.blogspot.co.uk)
Frayed Knots’ Ocean Wave blanket.
The babylegs I’ve been trying to come up with a pattern for so a baby wearing friend can try them out.
A Htr little blanket for a friend who’s currently collecting them for her local neonatal unit.
A Rainbow block blanket I started last year for my mum.
The ripple I started making when mj was still a bump.
A little pink pram blanket that was for a fundraising auction. (But the person it’s for has got another blanket request in and as they’re going overseas I’ll post them together)
A playin hooky strata beanie that I started making for little H. (Then put down to make something else!)
A granny square snuggly magic blanket that I started making as a present for a friends little girl (& will be making a matching one for her twin sister)

There’s probably at least one thing that is missing from that list.

Just seeing it all written out like that makes me frown disapprovingly at myself!

Last night when I sat down after dinner to watch some Tv (we’ve just started watching the walking dead season 1) and an hours worth of crochet before bed. I knew had a voice in my head shouting at me to finish *something* (anything!!!) But the other bit of my brain is going meh! So I started something else.

I really need to take myself aside and have a word!!

Anyway.  Here’s a picture for you…

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It’s an Attic24 granny stripe blanket. Being made in sirdar snuggly babycotton dk. And as you can see I’m not using a knitpro hook! (Shockinh, I know!) The cotton was a bit too grippy on the knitpro so I’m giving my tulip etimo rose a whirl!
I like, no love the smoothness of it. And the soft grip bit is nice I do wish the shaft (insert immature smirk here) was a bit longer! (Ok another smirk!) And I do like using cottons. I loved rico’s creative cotton aran that I used for someones ripple blanket once.

Anyway,  I’ve rambled. (Sorry!)

My plan over the next couple of weeks is to finish up some of my UFO’s (unfinished objects) I’m going to start small. So probably the cowl first as I only need to do the flower and attatch it, and sew a couple of ends in. Then I’ll decide what to finish next. The blanket for the neonatal unit will get done gradually because that’s my current “do when the boys nap after I’ve done housework” project because it’s all from one ball of yarn so easy to grab!

If you’re reading this in a few days and I haven’t updated please give me a nudge.  I need to do some before it starts to feel daunting!!

Right.  I think I’ve rambled enough!

Mrs. B x

A Picture Post [brief]

Sorry there isn’t really much substance in this, just afew pictures!

The Shell blanket I made for a friend’s newborn <3

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A crocheted Mei Tei I made for the same friends older daughter so she could be like mummy.. (for play purposes only, not for use with a real baby, just toys!)

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The blankets I made for the Neonatal fundraiser day…

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Organising mine & the blankets other people made for me the night before the fundraiser…

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Some of the blankets set up on the day, rain pushed us into one of the portable classrooms, I think we’d have done better if the rain had left us alone.. (we made around £80 in total but all of the blankets are going to the neonatal unit I just need to drop them off after my next antenatal appointment)

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My little “NeoTot” all worn out after a long day riding on donkeys & looking cute

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A Thank You!

I haven’t managed to take pictures myself to do a proper blog post, but I *have* to do a thank you post to Felishumanus of Ravelry.

They saw a post I did asking for help with blankets for the fundraiser day and messaged me offering a blanket that needed a home.

Today it arrived and its absolutely gorgeous! Little H loved it the colours and the fun-ness of me holding it over his head as he was laid on the floor and draping it over him, so it created giggles in the house too.

Linkage to the blanket is… http://www.ravelry.com/projects/felishumanus/a-recipe-for-fish

Thank you so much! <3

It’s a…..

Granny Stripe!!
Well I suppose to be grammatically correct I should say “It’s an Attic24 Granny Stripe”
& I am totally in love with it!

I started it the other day, it’s blanket number 9 for the Neonatal Funday. I got bored (well bored is the wrong word, but I needed a change from millions of half treble crochets!!) and just had to try and see if I could do the Granny Stripe. Turns out I can!

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The wool is one of the ones I picked up at the market for £1.90 a ball so it’s not really the perfect wool for prem babies so the blankets made of this wool will probably end up going home with someone not on the unit, but it’s got a strand of something in it that gives it a shiney effect (I can’t describe it but its there!)
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I have to say Granny Stripe is one of my fave patterns that I’ve just picked up & had a go at. Although I did fluff up the foundation chain by one stitch, but I’ll hide that when I finish up (shh don’t tell anyone haha!)

The other day the postman came and brought me some presents…

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I was so excited!

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The book is the one referred to in Attic24’s snake Tah-dah! blog post and I had a massive case of the wanties! And it finally arrived! I haven’t managed to sit and look through it properly yet (I couldn’t divert my attention further) but on flicking through the pages there’s so many gorgeous pictures I can’t wait! I’ve put my name down for a craft swap on the parenting forum for Christmas so I’ll hopefully get to use some bits!

And the giant bag, oh how I love you giant bag!! It is for my wool stash. All those pictures from the stash blog entry are happily tucked up in there as well as more. Oh how I love it! Its the Night Owl bag from wantneedlove.com There’s so much beautiful stuff on their site!

Right, back to crocheting. These blankets won’t make themselves!
xx

(oh & to add, no UTI but the pain is still there, they just don’t know what it is but I’m ok)

2nd edit to add.. take a look at Country Rose’s blog. Gorgeous blog & she’s currently running a giveaway!

My mini Tah-da moment!

I am so claiming this as my mini “Tah-da!” moment.

Yesterday we had round 2 of looking for new shoes for me to spend my birthday money on, and whilst on the lookout I wandered into Hobbycraft (wanted to see if they did stylecraft wool) and stumbled across a book that gave me an instant case of the “do wants”

So naturally I brought it. Totally inspired and in love. It was this one.. Crochet to Go! by Ellen Gormley.
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I took it into the bath with me so I could have a look at all of the pretty patterns leisurely with no interruptions and fell in love with one called Rasberry Tart and just had to have a go. Naturally it was one of the ones that said it was “advanced difficulty” but I *had* to try!
As my bamboo hook is tied up with a Neonatal blanket and I was worried my attempt at the Rasberry Tart would take longer than I’d want the hook absent from the blanket (I get all worried that it’ll just magically unravel!) I started with one of my original hooks (not sure what its made out of but its just one of the £1 hooks I had picked up years ago before I got my bamboo hooks)
So here are my pictures, on my hook on round 3….
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And tah-da!! I love it so much!
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I’ve got this idea to try and make a scarf out of it, joining as I go at the points of the octagon. Not sure how it’d work but I’d love to try!
The book has most of the patterns written for worsted weight yarn (which I believe is aran weight) and for 6.5mm hooks I wanted to try playing around, and did it in DK and was just some old balls that are upstairs in the bag with the hexagon blanket that I’ve never finished (doh!) but I didn’t like that wool and I didn’t like using my old hook, my bamboo hooks are a bit more pointy at the end so it makes it easier to get through the teensy holes and do slip stitches and stuff. I don’t know how I didn’t throw more projects out of the window with the old hooks.
The other thing I struggled with was the patterns are written in US terms, so I’ve been scribbling on the page in pencil to remind myself what’s what!

I have a lot of love for my bamboo hooks and today have ordered a new 4.5mm bamboo hook, its my most used size. Now all I need to find some blocking blocks, does anyone know where does them that aren’t hugely expensive?

Right off to go and finish Neonatal blanket number 6! Hugs & hooks to all! :P
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The kindness of strangers

Obviously you already know about the blanket project for the Neonatal Unit. (if not see previous blog entries)

It wouldn’t be taking place without the kindness of strangers. And everyday that kindness amazes me as it grows.
A few of the girls on the pregnancy/parenting forum are making blankets to help me, they were my first stop on asking for help and have been amazing. My nanna who recently had a mastectomy has done a few blankets for me (and has added in cardigans and other bits) because she actually cannot *not* crochet despite being one boob down (and making jokes about it!) And then I posted on Ravelry, not even asking for help (unless I missed the point of the thread) and a lady has sent me a message offering to make a blanket. It really took me by suprise and I’m so happy that so many kind people are in the world.

Other people are also sending oddend balls of wool (you know those dinky bits you get left with at the end of a ball) so I can do a “guess how many mini balls of wool are in the jar” to help raise a bit more money for the unit. And people are also helping me out with a prize for that. The lovely lady who runs “Home Baked” wax melts is putting together a set of melts & a burner for a prize (she’s closed for a house move at the moment but seriously bookmark her, I’ve never smelt anything so delicious!) One of the members of the parenting/pregnancy forum has offered to make a pram/carseat sized granny stripe blanket for me, and my local hairdresser is also donating a prize for me.

I can’t believe how kind and helpful people are! Why is the world in such a state when lovely people are out there!

& to the kind people in the world. A massive thank you <3
x

Number 6

So, blanket number 5 was completed last night, and blanket number 6 is underway.

I’m enjoying the ease at which I’m managing to do these diddy blankets, but I find my eyes wandering onto pretty patterns and the desire to do bright colourful blankets.
I spent far too long last night procrastinating looking at lots of pretty blogs, and peoples Ravelry pages, so many new favourites on there now. So much I want to do!

Must stay focussed, especially once the book I ordered arrives that was inspired by Attic24’s snake post. Only have to last until September and then I can start making bright colourful things again.

Although I do feel like I’m doing something good by making these blankets for the Neonatal Unit.

Ooo & look at the colour difference between yesterdays picture and todays! Todays was taken on the camera! Must keep that battery charged!!

Diddy Blankets


So this probably isn’t the best image to start my blog off with, I took it on my phone in my rush to get the blog set up and running, as I can’t find the charger for the camera battery.

These are the blankets I’ve made so far for the local hospital Neonatal Fundraising Funday that is in September. 4 are completed and the blue one at the bottom isn’t too far off.
I’ve quite enjoyed making them, as they’re only basic blankets ranging from 19inch squares to I think 24inches is about the biggest so far, and I’ve only been doing half treble crochet stitches. The top two are in 4ply with 3.5mm hooks and have taken much longer than the double knit wool ones with 4.5mm hooks, but the 4ply ones are so soft and pretty!

I’ve got a few people helping me out knitting or crocheting the odd blanket for me to try and build up the numbers as the stall that I will be running is a “buy a blanket/donate a blanket” stall. So people will have the choice to either buy one for themselves to use as a car seat/pram/snuggle blanket or buy a blanket and donate it straight to the Neonatal Unit. So either way the unit will benefit.

I came up with the idea after thinking about last years fundraiser I “struggled” spending the money I’d taken with me, I brought some raffle tickets and had a play on some of the stalls and brought afew items off of one of the ladies craft stalls, but before leaving to go home I ended up buying a load of tickets for the gunge a dad stall but not using them (I had to leave to feed Little H) So I figured with the blanket stall if people had money left over they can donate the money & a blanket and go home feeling proud that they’ve done their bit (if that makes sense!)

Right, best get back to crocheting whilst Little H is having a nap.

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