Mum’s Life: Prune cakes and leaking nappies

Echo features writer Cara Houchen with her one year old son Tate
Echo features writer Cara Houchen with her one year old son Tate
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WHEN I was asked to do this column I did worry that I wouldn’t have anything to write about.

I mean, how interesting can being a mum be?

There are millions of us out there doing the same important job, but then I thought why not share my experience?

I learn something new every day from my little boy and if my small pearls of wisdom can make another mum’s life easier, then this column is worth it.

So I suppose the first thing I should do is I introduce you to myself and my cheeky, but loveable one-year-old Tate.

I’m 27, I live in Ashbrooke and have worked at the Echo as a features writer for nearly four years.

When I started, this is the last column I thought I would be writing.

Tate is my first baby and I don’t think he will be my last because, despite the hard work, he makes me smile every day.

Over the past 12 months we’ve been on a rollercoaster ride together, from colic to leaking nappies, to some great firsts including crawling, teeth and solid food.

Now we are tackling sleepless nights and his first tentative steps without holding my hands for support.

I’m sure a huge percentage of first-time parents have had the inevitable sleep battle with their baby.

Tate has never slept through and just when I think we’re getting there, something upsets him and I’m back to being up two or three times a night.

Everyone keeps telling me it will get better, but I don’t hold out much hope. I’m writing this column through heavy eyes and with a sleep-deprived headache, so I’ve come to the conclusion that Tate is a night owl, plain and simple.

DURING the past few months I’ve tried everything to make Tate more regular.

Through a process of elimination I have discovered that the main cause is his nappy. Sounds strange, I know, but stick him on a potty and there is no stopping him.

Weirdly, everyone I spoke to about baby constipation has some strange, yet logical cure.

Things like fresh orange juice, cooled boiled water, laxatives and of course prunes.

However, getting Tate to eat prunes is easier said than done. Although he does eat his veggies, he has a very sweet tooth.

So when my colleague suggested putting the prunes into cakes she was my favourite person of the week.

I won’t go into detail, but so far so good!