
Teaching Daddy How To Dad
Lucy chronicles her often humorous attempts at helping her father become a dad.
Saturday, 24 September 2016
Cousin Oliver has joined us!

Sunday, 4 September 2016
Another Week in the Life of Lucy
A week has passed yet again. I'm now the grand old age of 5 weeks and 3 days. I feel very like I've learned a lot in this past week of my life. I've become more adept at following people by turning my head. I can hold my head up and support myself using my arms a little. Daddy has also been showing me how to fist bump, see:
I'm a month old!
(Me being sick on Mummy earlier this week.)
(Punching Daddy for no real reason)
Well, the highlight of the week is definitely my new favourite outfit. It was the Wetherills who let us know about it. (I'm meeting them tomorrow, by the way). We saw it online and Daddy ordered it. Then Mummy took me to ASDA the next day to pick it up whilst Daddy was at work, do when he came home he got to see it. And here it is!
How awesome is that? I'm quite happy having a tutu instead of a cape.
Love you, Uncle Jared!
Monday, 22 August 2016
Windy Week
It's time to write to Uncle Jared again! How exciting! (Originally sent on 21/08/16)
Today is a special day for Mummy and Daddy, it's 6 years since they got married. That's a long time. They showed me a DVD of their wedding. It looked like a really fun day. I also got to see you in it. I also got to hear your voice. It's the next best thing to getting to meet you, I guess.
So, normally Mummy and Daddy celebrate by going away for a few days or having a nice meal out (or both) but because I'm still small and dependant on Mummy a lot they didn't go away this year. They decided to have a nice picnic at the park after church instead. The weather decided otherwise, and kept raining on and off, so they just had an indoor picnic instead. It wasn't as glamorous as some of their previous anniversary celebrations, but Daddy said he was so happy to have an anniversary with all three of us together, which was nice to hear. (We are planning on having a family holiday in September when Daddy has a week off work, so I'll get to travel a bit at that point.)
Well, let's back up a bit. What have I been up to this week? On Monday I had a shopping trip around IKEA, B&Q and Babies'R'Us. I slept the whole way through, except for waking up briefly in the IKEA restaurant to feed as well. (I didn't want to feel left out whilst Mummy and Daddy enjoyed their meatballs and mash.) I know mum and dad want me to get into a routine, but it don't think the routine involves me sleeping the entire afternoon and then being restless all evening. I could be wrong though.
Another highlight of this week - projectile poo! You've probably heard of projectile vomiting, right? Well, imagine a similar principle out the other end. Daddy was half-way through changing my nappy when I passed a bit of gas (not an unusual occurence, in all honesty) and Daddy thought that was the end of it. Then I passed a load of poo really quickly. I got poo over the changing mat. I got poo over the floor. I even got poo on wall next to where the table is. Oh, and over Daddy's hand as well. He was a bit disgusted initially but overall found it hilarious. He was laughing as he found more and more spots of poo to clean up with the 1001 spray.
From Monday onwards I was becoming increasingly restless, not feeding for long or sleeping very well, so I had a trip to see the doctor on Thursday morning. Turns out I have trapped wind, which the doctor suggested some medicine for. It's orange flavoured, which for you might sound alright, but I'm not used to flavours yet. The first time Mummy gave it to me I cried, but I'm getting better with it now. And I'm trumping a lot easier as well. (Daddy is a bit put out that I get applauded for burping and trumping, but when he does it Mummy tells him off.)
On Saturday I had a trip to the hospital to visit my cousin Lilly. She'd been in since Monday because she had an operation to help her feel better. It was a windy day, and it took my breath away every time I was in the wind. Mummy made sure I was wrapped up warm in plenty of layers. Whilst on the tram there I had plenty of people cooing over me. Mum got a bit confused getting off the tram and walked all the way round from the back of the hospital to the entrance at the front of the hospital to walk all the way in to where Lilly was. It could have been a much shorter trip if she'd gone straight in from the tram stop. It was nostalgic being back at the QMC. Seems like a lifetime ago I was last there. Lilly was very happy to see me and kept wanting to hold me. However she's still not strong enough and I'm still too delicate so they just let her stroke me for now.
On Friday night Daddy's friends James and Emma came round with their little girl Alice. She's nearly 2, and she was excited to see me as well. She also got to stroke me a bit, and kept saying "Beh-bee", which is a really weird pronunciation of "Lucy", but there you go.
And last but not least, here's a picture of me dressed as a mermaid. Daddy had a muslin cloth to hand and a spark of inspiration. I think it's the best costume I've ever worn.
Until next week!
Love,
Nibling Lucy
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Saturday, 20 August 2016
Bonding with mum and dad
So I got to spend a bit of quality time with mum and dad recently. I mean, I always spend time with mum, and dad has been known to make an appearance, maybe change a nappy or two for me, whenever he's not at work.
Anyway, over the past few days I've been having some bad wind. Apparently I have been "colic", which is a fancy work meaning "I cry a lot". So, any time spent with mummy and daddy recently was either me sleeping, or me crying in their faces. I don't think they counted that as quality time. Mummy managed to get me some medicine, which tastes yucky but has been helping me feel better. I've been able to sleep more and then spend time awake which doesn't involve me crying.
Today I had a bit of a bad wind session, which had me crying pretty badly, but it was able to pass (with a resounding trump) and then I immediately settled down, at which point I looked at dad. He had been holding me for the past half hour whilst I was crying, but when I had finished I looked at him and smiled. I also made noises at him when he said things to me, which made him really excited for some reason. I think he thinks I am trying to talk to him. He even told mummy I'd said my first word. It was more of a sound than a word, but he's claiming it anyway. I also made lots of eye contact with him and with Mummy as was able to follow them round by moving my neck as they moved around me. They were very proud of me.
They were also very tired as this took place between 1:30-2:30 in the morning. I still don't understand the concept of socially acceptable hours yet, apparently.
Tuesday, 16 August 2016
Homecoming Week
This is the second email I sent to my Uncle Jared, which talks about my final few days in hospital and my first few days at home. (Originally sent 7/8/16)
Hi Uncle Jared.
Wow, it seems like almost a lifetime ago that I last wrote to you. In fact, it was most of my life ago. I'm about 3 times the age I was when I last wrote to you. Crazy stuff.
Anyway, let me catch you up on what's been happening since last Sunday. Well, on Monday I got a hearing test at the hospital. It's something they do for all new babies, and dad was very interested as it kind of overlaps with what he does for work testing adult's hearing. I know I look skeptical about the whole thing, but I scored 8/8 so they're very happy that my ears are working okay.
On Tuesday I had my first bath. The lovely nurses showed mum and dad how to give me a bath. Again, I know I look a bit annoyed in the pictures, but I had a good old scrub up for the first time in my life. (Those are cotton balls, not bath bubbles, in the picture just so you know.)
So, on Tuesday afternoon they finally let me go home! They finished all my medication and all my check ups, and sent me off with Mummy and Daddy. Mummy's family had even gone to the house and put up some decorations for us.
Over the next few days we've had family and friends visiting, whilst Mummy and Daddy adjust to life with me, but without a team of medical professionals around them 24/7. They've changed plenty of nappies, woken up lots of times in the night and have both been vomited on at least once each. It's part and parcel of raising a tiny human like myself, I guess.
On Thursday, Emma Wilsher (who did Mummy and Daddy's wedding photography) did a photo shoot for me. Emma was getting some training for herself, so she did the session for free. I've attached the first picture she has given us. I'm adorable, aren't I? The next few pictures will be sent over in a few weeks time. I'm excited to see them.
On Saturday I got to meet my cousin Lilly for the first time. We went round to Mamma and Grampy Cardy's for a bit, and Auntie Emily came round with Lilly!
(I'm starting to realise I don't smile much in photos.) Lilly was happy to see me. She kept smiling and holding her arms out for me. I think we're going to be great friends growing up, along with cousin Oliver (from Auntie Dee and Uncle Scott) when he joins us in a few weeks.
Today was my first time going to church. I was so excited I feel asleep in the car seat before I even got in the car, slept the whole way through sacrament meeting, and only woke up once we got home. You can see the dress I wore today. You couldn't see it much when I was in the car seat though. Actually, I'll include a picture of me in my car seat. And I'm smiling as well! I generally cry loads when I'm being put in the car seat, but I'm normally asleep within the first 5 minutes of any car journey.
So, it's been an exciting week for me. Lots of people have visited me, or got to meet me at church (even though I was asleep) and I've still got lots more people to meet, including you.
Daddy goes back to work on Wednesday, so I'm going to make the most of the next 2 days with him. I'll let you know all about it in my next email.
Until next week!
-Lucy
Sunday, 14 August 2016
My birthday
This blog is being passed over to my daughter so she can post about her experiences of teaching me how to Dad. I've only been a dad for less than 3 weeks, but she has been my daughter for her entire life, so it's safe to say that she is better qualified for this than I am.
This post is adapted from an email sent to her Uncle Jared, who is currently abroad serving as a missionary for our church in Guam (a small Pacific island). It details her journey into this world and her first few days after that. Lucy was born on Thursday 28th July, and the email was sent on Sunday 31st July.
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Hello, Uncle Jared, my name is Lucy Katya Dann, and I am your neice!
Apparently you already know that I was a bit late coming into the world. Turns out I was nearly 2 weeks late! Mummy went to be induced on Wednesday morning at 10am. Within a few hours I could tell she was having contraction pains. They sent us home (well, to Mamma and Grampy Cardy's house) to let these build up.
After a few hours the contractions were happening every 2-3 minutes, and were lasting about a minute each. We called the hospital and they told us to come back in as it was time for them to keep a closer eye on things. This was about 7pm.
So Mummy and Daddy and Mamma Cardy were all there with the midwife and we were trying to help me get out. It took another 13 hours! We were up all night whilst Mummy's contractions got stronger and stronger. Both Daddy and Mamma were struggling to stay awake for so long and kept going for quick walks outside the room to wake themselves up. (Staying awake wasn't tough for Mummy - she was in too much pain to feel sleepy.)
At about 8am on Thursday the midwife decided that I needed help to get out. Mummy had been pushing for a while and my heart rate was a bit too high. So they got some doctors in to help. They used a fancy suction cup thing called a "ventouse" (von-toos) on my head to pull whilst mummy pushed. I came out very quickly after a couple more pushes. It was 8:52am on Thursday 28th of July. I was 7lbs 7.5oz (which is more than I would have been if I'd been born on time, that's for sure).
Mummy had a bit of an injury right at the end of giving birth and had to go to surgery to get some stitches done. The surgery team did a great job of looking after her. Meanwhile Daddy and Mamma did a good job of snuggling with me whilst calling my other extended family with the news.
Then we had visitors come round and start seeing me. Firstly Auntie Sarah and Grampy Cardy came round. Then Auntie Deanna and Uncle Scott. I had lots of nice snuggles with them. At this point Daddy and Mamma were soooo tired that Grampy drove them home so they could have an afternoon power nap. Whilst they were gone the doctors were checking me over and thought I might have a few problems with my breathing, so they took me to a special Neonatal Ward so the lovely doctors and nurses there could look after me closely.
They kept me on a monitor for a while and did a few tests. They found out I have an infection of some type and straight away they put me on antibiotics to help make me better. And they managed to do all this in the few hours Daddy was gone for his nap! When Daddy came back in was in my incubator being kept warm and having a bit of extra oxygen to help. Nanny and Grandad Dann and Uncle Mat, Auntie Emily and Cousin Lilly also came along in the evening to see me.
The next day the doctors came round and saw that I was doing better and so they didn't need to monitor me so closely. I got put into a cot and moved to part of the ward where my family can interact with me more. Mummy was able to start feeding me, and more family were able to come round for snuggles. I got lots of presents, especially from Auntie Becca and Uncle Mark when they came down on Saturday. We got to have a 3-generation photo! (I'm excited for you to join in the next family photo.)
So at the moment Mummy and Daddy get to stay in a special room with me on the Neonatal unit. The nurses are all amazing people who are really helping me get better and also helping Mummy and Daddy learn how to be parents by feeding me, changing my nappies and helping keep me settled. They're very tired but they really do love me lots and lots and lots.
I'll keep you updated with what I'm doing until you get home. At the moment I'll probably be here at the QMC until Tuesday when the Doctors hope I can go to my home. I'm feeling better every day and I keep feeding more and more (I'll maybe be as big as Daddy one day.) I look forward to seeing you!
I love you Uncle Jared!
-Nibling Lucy
