I was talking to someone on Mumsnet the other week (she knows who she is) and she was pretty stressed out about her wee baby and I was sympathising. Anyway, she then said something along the lines of  '...but I thought that your daughter was perfect?' Not in a bad way, not at all... but it got me thinking.

Make no mistake my daughter is not perfect, and we all have our off days together, but I suppose I'm trying to write this about BLW rather than how annoying she is when I'm trying to change her nappy. (Which is unbelievably annoying, for the record... practically a two-man job. The wall by her changing mat sometimes looks like the scene of a dirty protest in Barlinnie).
 
Anyway, I'm going to have to think about it, I'd hate to be all 'la la la this motherhood thing is a breeze' because, well, sometimes it's not.

I am in all honesty not finding BLW particularly difficult, but then I think that's partly down to my overwhelming sloth rather than Babybear's natural gifts. I fell for the 'until they're one it's just for fun' mantra, hook, line and sinker so I just never worried about amounts. Plus, and I must put this in as a Top Tip one of these days, my friend once told me never to count food amounts over a day, always over three days to a week, and that has been fantastic advice.

However, I do find myself getting a little freaked out by the idea that she now has to take a certain amount of vitamins etc and that her milk isn't doing the job. And every time she cuts a tooth she does just stop eating altogether. At the moment she seems to be landing about five teeth at the one time and there hadn't been much food consumed in the last few days so I was obliged to wheel out the big guns and do a roast chicken, broccoli and roast potatoes. We had a result, which suggests that, like her mother, Babybear can rise above pain when the effort is paid back by golden-skinned, burnished poultry.

Anyway, I'm rambling. What are our BLW anxieties, I suppose I'm trying to say. Let's start a list. And then someone tell me how I can change Babybear's nappy without her kicking her ankles into it and flicking the contents across the room, and I'll be delighted.