Baby’s First Gift

Evie, from Pendle Stitches, sent Chexie the sweetest, most gorgeous cardigan. I have to admit, I cried when I opened it. It was so thoughtful, a true representation of how amazing the sewing/knitting community is.

Our little babe got its first gift today! Such a sweet cardi made by a blogger friend, Evie from Pendle Stitches.

She also included a lovely dress pattern for me. Can’t wait to give it a go! Thank you so much Evie!

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How many bibs does it take?

I’m no expert when it comes to babies. The last baby I was around was my sister and she’s 22 now, so that was a long time ago. When I decided to make Chexie some bibs I didn’t have a clue as to how many I should make to start with. Some people say loads (20+) and others say a handful are fine (5  or so). The number comes down to how often you will do laundry, if you have a spit-upper on your hands and how often baby feeds. So I decided to make 12 and go from there. The best part about making these was how fast they came together and how cheap they cost me (not including labor, of course).

Chexie's bibs

With scraps and two fat quarters in hand I set out to make my bibs using this tutorial. I purchased some towelling fabric and in hindsight I should have just used towels we are no longer attached to. Oh well. You live, you learn. At least I bought some vibrant towelling that gives the bibs a bit more umph.

Chexie's bibs

Bibs make a great beginner’s project in that it’s fast and easy. But don’t fear if you are not a green sewer, you won’t be bored to tears making these. You get to work on your top-stitching skills and get comfortable sewing round edges. Win, win!

Chexie's bibs

So here’s the breakdown of costs. Initially I thought they each cost me £1.53/$2.46 a bib but after using cheaper snaps, it brought the costs down.

Towelling £6.74 (used 3/4 a meter)
Two Fat Quarters £5.60
Scraps (10 pieces) Free
Snaps (12) £1.00
Total £13.34 or £1.11/$1.78 a bib

Not too bad considering I get to use up my scraps and match baby’s bibs to my existing garments. Is anyone making anything for their baby or kids at the moment? I’ll be working on some blankets next.

Dressing the Bump

Dressing the Bump posts will center around trying to stay fashionable and comfortable while being a curvy/chubby/fat/whatever mama-to-be. Pretty maternity clothes are not easy to come by, especially if you are over a size US18/UK20. Affordable and trendy clothes seem to peak around a size US 14/UK 16. That would have been fine had I gotten pregnant right when I got married. But a baby, and staying a size 14, just wasn’t in the cards for me at that time.

Rather than gamble by buying plus-size wear online before trying it on, I’ve decided that it’s worth to continue my growth as a sewist and sew through my pregnancy. I am also keeping my eyes open for low-costing clothes that can easily be refashioned later. Today for example, I wore a Gap skirt that I purchased for £12. I figured once I grew out of it I could convert it into a maternity skirt, attaching a knit band to accommodate the bump.

Dressing the Bump

So that’s what I wore today. Today happened to be my midwife appointment. I have had two scans but have yet to hear the baby’s heartbeat so I was way excited for this appointment. But my chubby belly failed me. The midwife had a hard time finding the baby’s heartbeat with the fetal monitor. I didn’t panic. I had read that medical professionals can sometimes have a hard time finding a baby’s heartbeat when a women is over a certain BMI. *Sigh* But I have to admit, a little part of me died inside when she instructed me to pull my belly back as she continued to search for the heartbeat. But no luck. She instructed me to get dressed and asked if it would be okay if she referred me to the hospital. Of course I thought it was fine. I went straight there from her office. Still I didn’t panic.

I emailed my husband to keep him up to speed. He replied,”Oh no!  That’s worrying.  Keep me updated, please!” And that’s when I started to panic. If my “Cool as a Cumber” husband was worried that meant I should be worried too, right? And then began the longest bus ride to the hospital ever. Twelve minutes felt more like ages. Upon arriving to the hospital I went into the toilets and had myself a nice good cry. I’m not sure if I was giving into dark suspicions, or just letting the worry take over me. But I felt a bit better. Although, in the lift I started to look at a women’s big pregnant belly longingly, wondering if mine would get to grow that size.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. I was seen soon after arriving at the Maternity Day Unit. They were going to use a fetal monitor but after hearing how it had failed this morning the technician went with a scan. And that’s when I saw it, Chexie’s heart beating. I’m not going to lie. I cried. I was too happy and relieved to see that moving little baby not to.

I left the hospital with a less heavy heart, wondering how long would it be before the fetal monitor could pick up the baby’s heartbeat? I don’t think I can go through another scare like that! My friend has offered to lend me her fetal monitor and I am taking her up on it. I think it’ll be exciting to finally hear it, whenever that may be.