My Pregnancy Journey.

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October 2016. The month I got pregnant- also a year from today!
I can’t believe that last year I was pregnant with my perfect baby boy and now he’s here with us and nearly 4 months old! As I have just started my blog recently, there is not any pregnancy related blog posts which go into detail about how I found the experience of being pregnant at 19/20 haha. So to celebrate the one year anniversary of me being pregnant, I’ve decided to write a blog post detailing my pregnancy from the moment I found out to when Conor arrived! Bump pics included. I’ll try and remember everything to the best of my ability.

How I found out:

I was sitting on the couch one morning in my mums house and I started to get really sore boobs- weird I know. I mentioned to my friends that I was feeling weird and having sore boobs but really thought nothing of it. The next day I decided to buy pregnancy tests but not to use that day but instead to keep for future emergencies. They came and my sister asked to use one and I said yes of course. She then told me to try one and I said no. I mean pregnancy tests aren’t cheap and I didn’t want to waste them. She accused me of hiding something so I peed and did the test to basically prove her wrong and it backfired 100% haha. I took two stick tests and they both came up positive. I didn’t believe it. I was adamant I had a urine infection or something and that’s what the test had been picking up. To make sure, I bought two Clearblue tests and took them and yep, I was pregnant! 

It is safe to say I was in shock. I was between 1 and 2 weeks pregnant. I instantly texted Jamie to pick me up so I could tell him. It took a while for both of us to process completely that we were going to be parents. And honestly, it was hard at the beginning. Knowing that we were so young, now with this massive responsibility and blessing. We both decided it was the right time for us and started counting down the days until we met our baby! 

Trimester 1:

The first trimester was horrible for me. I had constant morning sickness and migraines which kept returning daily. I never wanted to leave my bed as I would be sick instantly. The worst thing about pregnancy is that you cannot take any strong painkillers so literally every migraine I had was pain relief free and it was honestly HORRIBLE! 

One day I started getting a horrible migraine and I thought it to be just like any other. I had a hairdressers appointment that day and decided to stick my glasses on to hopefully fix the double vision I was experiencing. Unfortunately it didn’t help at all. I got into the hairdressers and things took a turn for the worse. My head was pounding and my whole left side of my body was tingling! I literally thought I was having a stroke. My words weren’t making sense and they were slurred and I kept having to go to the bathroom to be sick. I’m just so glad that my friend was there with me that day getting her hair done too because I was so unwell and disorientated. I got home and things got even worse. I couldn’t stop being sick for days and couldn’t eat or drink anything. A quick call to NHS 24 sent me to an out of hours doctors appointment. This doctor was horrible! He accused me of not being pregnant even though I was 11/12ish weeks along at this point- because I wasn’t showing, prescribed me with oral tablets which I couldn’t take because I was being violently sick and prescribed me medication I shouldn’t have been taking whilst pregnant as it could have hurt the baby! He was insanely rude. After that night I went to my GP first thing in the morning. I was hoping she would help with my sickness but instead she told my my body was starving and dehydrating and rushed me to hospital to be put on fluids. I was given an anti sickness jag and given three bags of fluids until I could eat again. 

Bump pic 1: My jeans starting to get tight.

My first scan was such an amazing experience. Seeing my baby for the first time was so emotional and life changing. Knowing that I was growing a little baby in my belly was so amazing and it got both me and Jamie so excited to be parents. 

Trimester 2: 

The main difficulty of this trimester was definitely managing university whilst being pregnant. The morning sickness was still a problem and the fatigue made it hard to concentrate in the early mornings in university. Despite this I managed to pass my 2nd year of university with all A’s and B’s whilst pregnant! And I’m quite proud of that. I was a little nervous to be at uni with a bunch of my non pregnant peers but I ended up getting used to it. I had a really small bump so I don’t think many people knew unless they had me on Facebook and read about my pregnancy from there. 

Bump pic 2:

Bump pic 3: 

Finding out the gender of my little one was so exciting! Both me and Jamie decided to go to a private clinic to find out earlier as we couldn’t wait any longer. We decided that if the baby was a girl I got to pick her name and if he was a boy he got to choose. 

Within minutes we were told that we were expecting a gorgeous baby boy! And now he had a name. Conor David. 

My bump was starting to grow bigger and bigger..

Bump pic 4:

Bump pic 5:

My 20 week scan day came up and I was so excited. Everything went well and he was perfectly healthy. Was such a weight off of my shoulders. 

Trimester 3:

This was definitely the easiest trimester but also the scariest. As time got closer I started to get a little nervous about giving birth. I didn’t have university to worry about and my morning sickness had disappeared thankfully. 

I had always been a petite girl height wise and being pregnant, my bump was just growing in proportion with me which -according to the midwives- was too small. As you’ll see from my bump pictures I never really got huge and I was only induced a week before he was due. I was revered for more growth scans to make sure baby was growing correctly and that he was getting all the food he needed when in my belly. 

Bump pic 6: 

Bump pic 7:

Bump pic 8: The biggest I got !!

Because I didn’t get too big I fortunately didn’t get any stretch marks!! Except 1 or 2 on my butt which I don’t mind. 

Overall my pregnancy journey was tough and enlightening but I would do it one hundred times over again for Conor! 

Being a student mum.

After being back at University for a full month now I can easily say that I am exhausted! Battling with a teething 15 week old baby boy and trying to keep up to date with reading, reports and deadlines etc is hard work but so rewarding. 

I am currently a full time student, in my third year at university studying BA Business Studies. I love my course so much- despite it being quite difficult. Luckily, my course only has me in on a Wednesday, Thursday and Friday morning so finding childcare is easy enough and I’m not missing out on too much of Conor’s day which is fab too!

One main fear I had about going back to uni was knowing that I’ll have less time with Conor. I felt selfish and inconsiderate not deferring for a year. I kept asking myself, am I ready to go back? Will I be able to handle it? Am I a bad mum? I constantly argued with myself to the point I just decided that if I didn’t go right back into my studies then I couldn’t see myself going back at all -which was a scary thought after all the hard work I’ve done to get to this point. It was a hard decision but I know in the future it’ll be so worth all the early mornings and tired eyes when I have a degree and a decent job which I’ll be interested in.

Although being a full time mum and student is tiring and stressful, there are a couple of things that I’ve discovered over the past month that have made it a little easier. E.g;

Organisation is so important!

Being able to keep on top of all my important deadlines and exam dates whilst also factoring in Heath visitor appointments and jags etc for Conor is hard! Having a diary is useful, that way I know not to clash dates/times. When I get an appointment through for me or Conor I know to put it straight into my diary just so I know that I definitely have nothing else on that day. If I have an appointment that does clash with something else in my diary I ALWAYS phone up to change the app
I am so so SO lucky to have the support that I do. When Jamie comes in from work he’ll spend time with Conor which gives me a few hours to get all my uni stuff sorted for the next day and do some studying and report writing too. 
Being calm and composed is also incredibly important. So many times I’ve let myself get so worked up about having uncompleted uni work and constantly thinking about deadlines coming up when I should just relax! It always gets finished in the end despite how much or little I stress. Especially now I have Conor, I realise that although my exams are important, there is more to life that being consumed with so much worry it makes me sick.

Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Wether that is with uni work or even asking someone to watch baby bop for a few hours while you get stuff done! This is something I learned the hard way. I always felt so guilty leaving Conor -still do sometimes- so purposely asking someone to watch him when I do something for myself literally made my skin crawl haha! I was constantly reassured that asking for help is fine! And I’m so glad that I have Jamie to help when he can too.

Most importantly.. try and rest! It’s hard to get a full nights sleep when you have a baby but trying to rest when you can is important for learning. I wouldn’t recommend all-nighters as they don’t work for me personally. “Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.” – Ovid

I’m so grateful that I have such a supportive environment which encourages me to get back to my studies -even though sometimes I doubt myself. I’m also grateful to be able to get back into my education this quick as I know many mamas don’t have the support or finances to be able to return so soon.

So far I’m enjoying uni! 1 year until my degree and hopefully I’ll get to graduation 👩‍🎓 and make my little family proud xx

OH!! I’ve also made a new instagram! Specifically for all this mum and Conor hahaha! Follow if you’d like @alanahandbaba //

Thanks for reading! 😽

Conor David’s Christening Day! ⛪️💞

This is just a little blog post to share some gorgeous photos of my little boy on his special day! 

Conor David Jenkins was christened on the 30th September 2017 at St Patrick’s Church by Fr. John Morrison. He was such a great boy during the whole baptism and never cried once! He just goo goo and gaga’d at the priest and stared at him in complete awe.

The whole day was absolutely fab and it felt brill to get all dolled up to look nice for his special day. Everyone was dressed so smartly and looked gorgeous. 

After the christening we went to a nearby hall for food and drinks and CAKE!! 

After such a lovely day it was brill just to sit and have a few *alcoholic😜* drinks with the girls and boys and catch up! 

We were so grateful to spend the day with such a fab bunch of people who love and support us and who also love Conor to bits! I also am so thankful for all the gifts that Conor received! What a spoiled boy I have😽!! 

Conor’s 3 Month Update!

I can’t believe I’m actually writing this blog post right now! Where has my little 6lbs 8oz newborn baby boy gone to ☹️!! I now have a THREE month old😱!


Grabbing & using his rattle!

Big giggles & laughs

First real smiles

Rolling onto his side

“Talking Back”
Growth & Development:

Conor is growing so well! He’s getting bigger and bigger just like he should. He won’t be weighed again until his 4 month check with the health visitor but I might take him to the baby clinic just to know exactly what he is, although I’m not worried.

He’s such a tall baby!! I honestly can’t believe the length of him sometimes. We’ve had to move him into his cot so early because he grew out of his Moses basket and he’s just about out of his carry cot for his pram! Ahhhh!! Can’t believe how fast he’s growing ☹️ where has my newborn baby went to?

He’s just learned how to roll onto his side and he keeps doing it now. Every time you lay him on his mat he pulls his little legs up and rolls onto his side haha.


Conor’s personality is starting to develop and come through a lot more so we can tell already that he is so funny and giggly. He loves his bath and tries to wiggle out of it so much that we thought we would take him swimming to see if he would like that too and he LOVED IT! So he loves swimming too. Hoping to take him weekly as he enjoys it so much and start getting him into lessons when he’s old enough.

He likes watching CBeebies in the morning and his favourite programmes are Something Special, Small Potatoes, Go Jetters and Twirlywoos. He only really likes the intro music really and dances along with it haha. 

He likes his cot mobile and hitting them when they spin round haha!

He likes his gym mat and trying to roll over!

He likes being sung to and being read stories to and he likes answering you back -just like his dad.

He likes sooking his fists at the moment because he’s teething.

He likes pulling hair.

He likes when you make funny faces and he copies them back.

When cats come on the tv.

Having one sock or mitten on.

His saline drops.

When his bottle is finished.
Difficulties this month:

Mucus (as per usual🙄). His mucus problem has gotten better and he’s slept through the night a good few times without waking up all stuffy. But it’s still there ☹️. I’ve just been clearing out his little nose and giving him his saline drops before every feed and HOPING it works that night. Hopefully it completely clears soon!

Constipation. Conor got really constipated after being prescribed Infacol to deal with his vomiting. He never pooed for quite a while and his wee tummy was rock solid! I massaged his wee belly and did the bike trick with his legs and the poo seemed to pass with time. (Smelliest one to date 🤢)!

Teething. Conor’s in the early stages of teething right now so he’s constantly got his hands in his mouth. His mits and sleeves are constantly soaking and all the fluff seems to come off on his little hands a lot so we’ve been making sure to top and tail him a lot more often as we’re not wanting him to eat his dirty hands.

Despite the difficulties this month, Conor is such a great baby! He’s developing brilliantly and I can’t wait to see how he’ll be next month!!

Being a new mum.

From the moment on Sunday 25th June 2017, when my beautiful baby boy was born, I instantly felt like a mum. Even though I had been growing this little boy inside my belly for 9 months and had the responsibility to do so, it never really felt real for me until I felt his skin on mines. Everyone always says you never know real love until you have a child and the moment I set my eyes on my baby boy I couldn’t contain my emotions. With tears streaming down my face, I realised that my life has changed forever. 
From this initial excitement of being a new mum, I started to panic when my partner and mum left to go home from the hospital, leaving me alone to look after a sick baby all by myself when I still couldn’t walk because of my epidural and still drowsy from my medications. I didn’t fully trust myself and I was expected to look after a newborn baby. I felt horrible. I couldn’t even go to the toilet! I ended up not sleeping and just held my baby in my arms incase he choked in his sleep because of the mucus stuck in his throat. (Photo: My first all nighter with my baba)

Despite this initial hiccup I started to gain more confidence in myself and my mama abilities when I got out of the hospital and was in my own environment.

Being a new mum is tiring a lot of the time. With babies needing constant attention, I started to realise how much sleep I took for granted before I got pregnant with all the nights out I went out on and the late nights I stayed up watching rubbish on tv. I’m just so lucky to have a baby that can entertain himself whilst I eat my lunch and shower but not all babies give their mums that luxury. The night feeds were hard to adjust to at the beginning especially with Conor needing fed every 2ish hours. So one tip for any new/to be mums is that if there is any support, take it. I was reluctant at first to let anyone help as I was so anxious to leave him and be myself for a while. I felt guilty -still do to some extent- to leave him when he’s my little baby ☹️.

When becoming a new mum you’ll realise how messy babies actually are. You’ll find yourself covered in literally everything. Sick, pee, poo and maybe all at once (and yes this has happened to me plenty of times haha). Constant nappy changes mean you’ll soon be able to do it blindfolded. Babies don’t care about the time so yes they’ll have poop explosions through the day but also during the night like Conor has a few times haha. There have been too many times I’ve had to bath Conor in the wee hours of the morning because he’s decided to poo, pee and spew all over himself and laughs about it. (Photos taken at 4am)

Being a new mum is scary. Not only do you have yourself to look after, you also have a small, growing baby to be responsible for. They count on you for everything and will need you forever! The first couple of weeks of Conor being here, I couldn’t even sleep I just sat listening to him breathing in his Moses basket making sure he was fine. Especially now with his mucus being bad I’m always on edge incase he chokes. Last night I was changing him and he starts choking and it’s funny how your mum instincts kicked in because before I even processed what was happening he was over my lap and the mucus was out of his throat. Honestly, it won’t get any easier. Everyone tells me you won’t stop worrying now, that’s what being a mum is like.

I love being a new mum, although sometimes it’s difficult, tiring and messy, I wouldn’t change it for the world! This little boy is the love of my life and has changed my life for the better💞!

Labour & Delivery Story!💋


This post will detail MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE of labour. I’m not writing this to scare mummies-to-be or make anyone more anxious than they already are because I know how bad that feeling is. I have decided to share my labour and delivery story to anyone who really wants to listen and because I’m proud of myself for actually giving birth!

During my pregnancy I was never really nervous about giving birth. Actually, I was rather excited to see how well I’d cope and how it would go. But as the days got on and my due date got closer the nerves started kicking in. Every twinge and cramp I felt in my stomach made my heart stop. Was this it? Is he coming now? Am I ready? This made my anxiety kick in which didn’t make my last few weeks of pregnancy as enjoyable as I would have liked it to be. Throughout my pregnancy, baby had been measuring small. I put this down to my small frame but as I wasn’t following the correct growth curve I was asked back for further scans and checks to make sure baby was growing properly.

A week before my due date I was asked back for a growth scan. With baby still not following the growth curve, the doctor advised that being induced would be best to make sure that baby was nice and healthy. So I was given a sweep and scheduled for an induction that weekend.

From that moment on, my anxiety about giving birth increased. I couldn’t sleep which made my nervousness even worse.


I was scheduled to be admitted into the ward at 2pm. When we arrived at the hospital I was given a bed and baby boy was monitored for an hour. After this, I was examined and was told I was 1cm dilated. The nurse inserted the first dose of oxytocin and I began to wait for my contractions to start. As night progressed, my partner left as visiting times had finished. I hated being myself in the hospital especially being in a room with people I didn’t know. I felt alone and helpless. I was examined again 6 hours later and I was still 1cm dialated. At this point, I was beginning to get small contractions but it was nothing that really bothered me much. I was deflated. I was alone and just wanted my baby here so I could go home. My partner arrived the next day which calmed me down a lot. He brought a load of snacks and sandwiches to keep my energy up. I was examined again, and STILL! I was 1cm dilated !! I was so exhausted and furious at this point I just wanted to cry. I was then given another dose of oxytocin to move things along. I’m just so grateful I had my partner there for support as I was seriously feeling so deflated. Another 6 hours passed and within this time my contractions started becoming more strong. I was getting very strong contractions every minute and it all started to hit me at once. I was examined again and was informed that I was now 2cm dilated and could now be escorted to the labour ward which meant I could have access to PAIN RELIEF! An excited me started to pack up all my things and get myself all ready to be moved downstairs. However a few hours passed and I was still in the same room waiting to be moved. The contractions were becoming unbearable and I had no access to pain relief at all. Finally I was moved downstairs and was given gas and air. The midwives started to explain the process of breaking my waters and how the contractions will only get worse from then on so I decided to have an epidural. It took another hour to have my waters broken as another woman in labour was rushed to theatre. And until then I still only had gas and air as pain relief. The midwife broke my waters and then explained the process of receiving the epidural and detailed the side effects and things that could go wrong. Receiving the epidural was one of the hardest things I have ever done. When the needle is being inserted you have to stay completely still but at the same time I started getting an extremely painful contraction. It was so difficult trying not to move and scream in pain! As soon as the epidural was inserted I felt instant relief, however, it only worked fully on one side of my body so I had to lie on my right side to help distribute the medication.

A little while passed, and I started to feel a lot of pressure. The midwives dismissed it at first as I had only been checked to be 2cm dialated an hour previously. However I insisted and they checked and I was 10cm!! My partner was in the toilet and when he came back into the room my legs were up in the stirrups and I was pushing hahahah! As I was pushing the midwife noticed that my baby boys heart rate was dropping through contractions and found out that he was facing the wrong way. We decided to get a doctor and push whist the doctor twisted to see if that would work but unfortunately that didn’t help.

All of a sudden, I was taken away to theatre for a forceps delivery. Two pushes and the love of my life had arrived!

Meet Conor David 💙

Born 25th of June 2017 at 21:04, weighing 6lbs 8oz. The image of his daddy.

“A baby is born with a need to be loved – and never outgrows it.” Frank A. Clark


I’ve decided to start a blog to jot down all the things going on in my life between having a newborn baby, starting my third year of uni and trying to get back into shape. It will basically be a mix of what’s going on in my life at that moment in time and will follow all the positive and negative aspects of each part. I hope you all enjoy the content and here is my gorgeous baby boy Conor David who inspired me to write this blog! X