Now, if you are like me who loves box braids but yet you have no idea how to style them other than the usual ponytail (sigh), here are some style ideas that you can check out -from blogger Chanel Boateng.
Definitely some good inspiration which I’ll try out once my hair has gotten enough growth and I’m ready to braid.
Jackson ‘Meja’ Wanjohi is dad to two adorable boys, who grace our ‘Kids Fashion Style’ section today. Tyrell is 10 years old while his brother Jason is 7 years old.
MT: What is Your Boys’ Fashion Sense Like?
JW: My younger son is the one with swag and is very particular with his dressing and conscious about how he looks (this baffles me sometimes). His older brother on the other hand doesn’t really care, fashion is not his thing. As long as he’s well dressed, then he’s good to go!
MT: Do they ever get to Wear Matching Outfits?
JW: They don’t wear matching outfits (too much sibling rivalrly lol). Besides, they each have their own different personalities evidently displayed in their choice of outfits. Like I mentioned, the younger boy is quite particular about his look.
However, sometimes we all get to wear the same look, like this time when we all wore grey winter jackets and black pants.
MT: How is it raising them?
JW: Tyrell and Jason are good kids and I feel blessed to have them in my life. However, they are growing up so fast! So what I do is try to spend as much time as possible with them, while instilling good values in them. I want them to grow up to be responsible men. I treasure every moment I spend with them.
MT: Thanks Meja for sharing. Your boys are so handsome!
Also read: The Fashionable Kid: Sanaa
The Fashionable Kid: Leo Simiyu
The Fashionable Kids: Serena and Baraka
Do you like do dress your kids fashionably too? Share with us on maryanne@mummytales.com
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Hi moms, today, I want to share with you the story of one mom who wrote to me. The experience is a bit chilling. Here it goes:
“Hi Maryanne, I’m a new mom to a four-month-old girl and I came home to a disturbing revelation yesterday that I hope you will share with fellow readers as my experience can help save someone.
When I got my house girl, I was lucky to find someone patient enough to look after my daughter. I had no qualms about her and I also liked how she was respectful to me, my hubby and all our visitors. I really can’t say that I had any major problem with her. That was until yesterday evening.
We were together in the kitchen preparing dinner when she said that she wanted to talk to me; that she was suffering and couldn’t hold it anymore. The first thing that came to my mind was that she wanted to leave. However, that was not it and what she confessed has left me in shock till now.
She said:
“Aunt, I’m not okay. I’ve been suffering from evil spirits and now they are too much for me to control.
Every night, a woman comes to me and starts talking to me, then in the middle of the night I hear voices in my bedroom of people talking and a baby crying.
I feel like I don’t have any energy left in me, for the spirits have drained it all. I keep seeing these spirits place my father in a coffin ready to bury him.
Also, my friend who passed away last year keeps coming to me when I’m seated in the living room with your baby or when I’m cooking. She keeps urging me to go back with her.
Aunt, I’m very disturbed and I’m very afraid of what I can do.”
Her words left me completely dumbfounded. These are things I only hear about in Afrosinema and for a minute I thought she was joking. But when I looked at her face and saw how serious she was, I knew she was not kidding.
Cold Stare
I started shaking and felt like collapsing because in my mind I was thinking about my baby and what she could have done to her or had already done to her. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to scream, I felt as though I was going crazy. I actually wanted to strangle her, but at the same time grateful that she had decided to confess. I was very confused, but amidst all that, I just kept praying that no harm had befallen my daughter.
I rushed to my baby, picked her up and just started praying and declaring that she is blessed and no harm/evil can come her way. Meanwhile, the housegirl was just standing there looking at me. I looked at her and it was as though I was looking at a complete stranger, someone I could hardly recognize. There she was, looking very different, looking unperturbed, unmoved, and completely emotionless. It was an icy look. One that completely scared me.
I then went and locked myself and my baby in my bedroom, all the while praying and calling on the name of Jesus. I called my hubby and my mum and asked them to rush home. Mum, in turn, called one of the church elders and a deacon.
Spirits in her Family
When they arrived, they asked my help what was going on. My house girl confessed that those spirits have been disturbing her sister and basically her whole family for a very long time. We then prayed and reversed every plan of the devil in my baby’s life, in our marriage, in our home, and asked God to come dwell and protect and cover us with his blood. We also prayed for her, though I told her to pack her bags and leave with the first bus in the morning.
Related: Mums with Daughters, how is your Girl Washed? Learn from my Experience
She is gone now, but I cannot help but worry myself sick.
I wonder if I’d overlooked things because of late she had been sleeping too much and whenever I instructed her to do something, she would just stare back at me. Maybe I would have picked it up earlier when she told me that back home a lot of people don’t want her to progress, or when she said that her neighbours practice witchcraft. Could she have been trying to tell me something but I ignored? Could my ignorance have caused this thing to go this far? Why did I not pay more serious attention when I noticed a change in her behavior? What could I have done differently to prevent all this from befalling my family especially my baby whom she at times spent the whole day alone with?
Am I to Blame?
I really blame myself for failing to see the signs even if I don’t know what to look for when you want to find out if one is possessed. Please tell mothers out there never to overlook anything they are told. And to always go with their instincts. I learned it the worst way possible. I would rather now be called petty and nosy but I will investigate everything about anyone who is in contact with my baby without fail regardless of what it’s going to cost me.
Also, make sure you pray for protection and bless your baby and family and home. While I am thankful that nothing bad has happened to my daughter and that God was gracious enough to reveal all this to me, I am still deeply disturbed and worried, but I’m just praying for my baby girl.” -END.
Related: The Day I Found Out my Housegirl was HIV Positive
Wow! What an experience! So that is the story of this mum, who is not at a very good place right now. Any words of encouragement you’d like to share with this distraught mum? Has something like this ever happened to you or someone you know? How did you/did they deal with it? We could all learn.
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Last we heard from Tata Nimmo, she was introducing herself to us, and also introducing her six-year old nephew Safari. Safari is the firstborn child of Tata Nimmo’s twin sister, and the sisters –having grown up very close, still enjoy the same kind of relationship today –enough to make Tata Nimmo feel as though Safari is her own child too. Tata Nimmo talked about Safari’s diagnosis with Cerebral Palsy (CP) at the age of two years, the lessons learnt and pieces of advice on the same.
Read: “New Mums, Don’t Ignore those Delayed Milestones” -Tata Nimmo.
Today, Tata Nimmo talks about the fears they felt after finding out they were raising a child with special needs, and the struggle to accept that this condition is a lifelong one; one that that they would have to learn to cope with. Safari is now six years old.
When Safari was four years-old, we got a new addition to the family –his baby sister Maua –who is quite a cheeky little mouse at two years old. They are best of friends -well most of the times.
Watching Maua grow and develop into the beautiful girl that she is continues to bring back memories of Safari at the same age. At two years old, his speech was only comprehensible to we his family, and we often we had to explain to people what he was saying, with most looking at us funny, wondering why a big boy like him still talked ‘gibberish’, or why he had to walk between his mother and I, or why we still carried him on our backs.
We only explained to those that had time to listen. Some people were sympathetic, while others took their time to share with us stories of people they know who had children whose condition was worse, at times laced with horrid tales of mothers hiding such children in their homes. We heard of many such stories in the neighborhood and at the hospital where we would take Safari for his therapy sessions. But for those who understood his condition, they applauded us for taking him with us and not hiding him in the house.
Amid all this, we were struggling to accept that his Cerebral Palsy was going to be with him; with us, for the rest of his life. It was slowly sinking that it was not something Safari would outgrow, and there was no miracle cure anywhere. We just had to face life for the reality that it was. It certainly wasn’t easy for his mum. There she was, a single mum, with a special needs child. She had no choice but to be strong, somehow.
Interestingly, from our interactions with other mums of children with Cerebral Palsy, we have noticed that many are single mums –most having been abandoned after diagnosis. The few men I have spotted in school meetings, therapy sessions or CP-related activities are to be lauded because many find it hard to deal with the issues surrounding raising a child with special needs. I can tell you for sure that without the necessary support, raising a child with disability can be one difficult journey.
Safari’s mum has a strong supportive network around her, from our mum, myself and our kid sister. We all continue to play a big role in supporting her, something we have done ever since he was born. From babysitting, to taking him for therapy, to outings, to helping him with his homework (he is in an integrated school), to financial support; we have all done our best to be there.
When it comes to school, there have been challenges too. We have had to change schools and have sit-downs with teachers and children who play with him to try and include him in their activities and not stigmatize or isolate him.
But to be honest, the journey to ‘acceptance’ is a bumpy one. It has its joys and setbacks and I don’t know if one ever gets to that point of being ‘okay’. You simply just handle it one day at a time as you allow yourself to celebrate every milestone.
My advise to parents of special needs children?
Make the child feel as part of the family and allow him to live as normal a life as he/she can. Take your child to outings, yes people will stare, but then again they always do, and that should not deter you.
Last we heard from our guest writer -diaspora mum Ann Wanjiku, she let us in on the differences in naming a baby in Kenya and in Germany. Today, she shares about something that is quite common with all new mums -breastfeeding challenges! She tells us exactly how that went, and how she handled it. Her son is now nine months. Here’s more from Ann.
Immediately after my baby was born, he was not put on my breast to latch because he was too sleepy. He then went on to sleep through the night until the following day. The midwife was quick to inform me that baby was fine, since he was already satisfied from the amniotic fluid. When he woke up the following day, the midwife on duty helped me to latch the baby on my breast. But it didn’t go as easy as I had thought for when he tried to suckle, I realized I didn’t have any milk. I thought that milk came automatic after giving birth but that was not the case with me. Also during my pregnancy no milk came out from my breasts as it happens with other women.
Related: Naming a Baby in Germany and in Kenya: The differences.
Since I intended to breastfeed, the baby wasn’t given any formula milk. He was instead given an electrolyte solution via syringe feeding. The midwives usually came to feed him every four hours. Meanwhile, I would be engaged in attempts to stimulate milk production with the assistance of a breast pump. I would pump every four hours which was the same time the midwives would feed the baby. Using the breast pump was very uncomfortable but I had to get through it because I had made up my mind that I wanted to breastfeed.
Latching Problems
Eventually on the second day I started producing colostrum, which wasn’t a lot. It was then mixed with the electrolyte solution and fed to the baby. After another four hours I pumped again and this time the colostrum was a substantial amount. We decided that for the next feed I would try again to latch the baby with the midwife’s assistance. The baby wasn’t latching properly so she asked me to try different nursing positions. She told me that to know that a baby is really suckling well, one has to look at the baby’s ear, which should be moving slightly up and down as the baby drinks from the breast. Also to confirm whether the baby was indeed drinking, he was weighed before I nursed him and also after. This was repeated on three different nursing sessions. And indeed there was difference between his weight before and after nursing.
The reason I choose this hospital where Pumpkin was born was because it is a certified pro-breastfeeding hospital meaning that mothers who deliver in that hospital and want to breastfeed will be assisted. It aslo means that midwives make sure that at least the baby is latching and drinking well before being released.
Painful Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding was painful and I would wince everytime the baby would latch. However, my momfriends had already warned me that in the beginning breastfeeding is hard and painful. Even though the baby was drinking well, he still had to learn how to latch properly. My nipples became sore and cracked. My left breast was really affected that it became engorged and was also was bleeding. During the home visits my midwife told me to feed the baby on that breast anyway so as to avoid getting mastitis. She told me to get a gel for my wounds from the chemist and this gel worked wonders. After using it for two days my sore nipples were healed.
Related: My Birthing Experience in a German Hospital
My midwife also informed me that one doesn’t have to have leaking breasts for the baby to be satisfied. I was advised to just latch the baby as often as possible i.e. feeding him as per his cues. The hardest part was nursing every 2-3 hours day and night. The midwife told me that it was normal for newborns to nurse frequently since milk went quickly through their digestive system. After one week, baby had added 500grams and the midwife was satisfied with his progress.
Helpful Breastfeeding Products
The products I used for nipple care at home were Lansinoh nipple cream, mumplast (gel) pads from the chemist for wound and bleeding nipples. On days that I stayed at home I used reuseable nursing pads that I would wash and hang out to dry. I used disposable nursing pads when I left the house.
While nursing my diet was similar to the one that I observed during pregnancy. Contrary to nutrition habits of a lactating mother in Kenya, where a mother really enjoys sorghum porridge, black beans (njahi) and home made bone soups my diet consisted of oats with linseeds and wheat bran for breakfast, cheese, teas like fennel and anise teas and lots of fluids including lots of water. I was also advised to continue taking folic acid supplements.
So that has been my breastfeeding experience as a first-time-mum. What was your experience like? Any similarities with mine by any chance?
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Have you ever lost your child in a public place? How did that happen? Well, I recently did, and I will tell you exactly how that happened.
I had taken my boys -4 year old Kitty and 2 year-old Ello out for lunch in a shopping mall. We were together with my aunt. After the meal, I decided that we pass by the supermarket within the mall to grab some stuff before heading home. When through with the shopping, we went over to the lift area to wait for one going down to the basement parking.
It so happened that Ello, who was in those shopping carts that are modelled in the form of a car suddenly started fidgeting and insisting he wanted out of the cart –yet just a few minutes before all he wanted was to be in the cart.
Meanwhile, my aunt was busy chatting with Kitty. But as Ello became more agitated and began showing great discomfort, I decided to unbuckle him out of the cart and to do so, I needed to offload some of the luggage I was carrying onto my aunt. I did so, and now I carried Ello in my arms as we continued waiting for the lift down.
After receiving my luggage, my aunt continued talking to Kitty but alas!!! Next thing I heard was a loud shriek from her. Kitty was nowhere to be seen! Goodness gracious! How? In between me transferring my luggage to her and unbuckling Ello, Kitty had vanished! All that couldn’t have been more than two seconds. I suddenly felt a powerful gush of water fill my stomach. I panicked. My heart pounded so fast and loud, I thought it would pop out of my chest.
I cast my eyes far and wide, but my son was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t understand how it was possible that in less than five seconds, a child had completely disappeared from sight. Frantic, I passed Ello over to my aunt and began pacing up and down the mall like a mad woman, stopping everybody and asking them if they had seen my son. None of them had. They didn’t even know what he looked like.
As I continued frantically searching for Kitty, one lady who had been standing with us at the lift area suddenly remembered seeing a little boy get into the lift, but she wasn’t sure if he was the one I was looking for.
Grateful for the ‘lead’, I remembered that the lifts at the mall are transparent and one can keep track of its movements up and down while seeing the people inside it. I then quickly skid over to the opposite side of the lifts to get a good view, holding my breath, praying fervently, hoping to see my little boy inside. I looked up. Kitty wasn’t in any of the lifts. I looked again, stretching my neck from side to side, tiptoeing and even squatting to get a clear view, but Kitty was nowhere to be seen. I felt my heart drop down and sink into the depths of my belly. Dear God, no. No God. Please Jesus, no. I was feeling cold and hot at the same time, shivering with cold and sweating with heat. My boy had disappeared without a trace. I was running out of breath.
Then a security guard tapped my shoulder and pointed up to the lift saying: “na huyo sio ka kijana kadogo naona kwa hiyo lift?” (Isn’t that a little boy inside the lift?)
I looked up. I saw Kitty. Tears filled my eyes and I felt weak in the knees. I was thrilled. There was my Kitty, his hand in some lady’s hand. The lift was coming down. I began shouting his name and waving at him. Thankfully he saw me and waved back. Yes God, yes. Thank you Jesus I muttered beneath my breath.
I skidded back to the lift area and stood at the door and when it finally opened, Kitty dived into my arms.
Turns out that the lady who was holding his hand had been standing with us at the lift area and who, thankfully, had been headed to the topmost floor (3rd floor). While in the lift, she’d noticed that Kitty had no guardian with him and appeared confused as people alighted on each floor. Because she had taken notice of us at the lift area where we were all standing together, she suspected we must have disconnected somewhere with him. She then held his hand and after everybody had gotten off their floors, she pressed the lift down and safely delivered him to me. Friends, I tell you angels still exist in this world. They are right here in our Kenya. I thanked her profusely. She was a young lady, about 23 – 25 years old. May the Lord bless her abundantly and may she prosper in all that she does.
So what happened is that as the lifts opened as we were waiting to go down to the basement, most of the people in the waiting area were going up and somehow, Kitty simply followed them in amidst the commotion. It happened to be precisely at that very moment –the two miniscule seconds that my eyes were fixated on Ello and lifting him out of the shopping cart, while my aunt’s attention was on the luggage I was handing over to her, that my Kitty got into the lift. He thought we had gotten in so he simply ‘followed us’ in. Woooiii!
By the way, the entire episode –between losing him and getting him back –happened in just about three minutes though to me it appeared as though it was a whole 24 hours. Those minutes were looong! Weeeh reke ngwire!
For about three days after that, I was like a zombie, scared of venturing out with my sons or if I did, I held their hands all the time. I almost chained them to myself or carried them in my handbag. I spent three days and nights thinking of all the ‘what-ifs’ about the situation. Trust me, I explored all the possible scenarios that could have happened, each time panicking more and more, sweating and drinking mouthfuls of water to relax me.
It’s God, I tell you.
And that is my story of how I lost my son in a shopping mall. Have you or someone you know ever gone through a similar experience? How did it happen? Did it end well?
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Nabubwaya Chambers is a Kenyan-born mum living in Texas, USA with her husband and their 20-month old son Lema. Nabubwaya loves sharing her motherhood experiences with us here and this week, she tells us about their recent trip to New Mexico.
My family loves to go on road trips whenever a golden opportunity arises. We took some time off towards the end of this summer to visit Albuquerque which is in New Mexico. We have fallen in love with New Mexico and simply enjoy visiting every part of it. The vibrant culture, entertaining music, exotic people, sumptuous meals, and hospitality continually amaze us.
We were very fortunate and blessed to share this trip with a family member who was visiting from Kenya. That was my big brother Josh!! Our house was filled with laughter and stories as we hosted him (though he is camera shy). I tell you, nothing beats special family times. I really miss my family back home –the noise, the laughter, the FOOD, the hugs and kisses…all those special moments that I so dearly cherish. I hope I will be able to come visiting the motherland someday soon.
While in Albuquerque, we ate at Mexican restaurants, visited the Sandia Peak Tramway, and enjoyed our hotel stay. It was so exciting to ride on a tramway. Evidently, it was our first time to soak in all the mountainous glory that surrounded us. We took so many photos and kept pointing at all the fascinating flora we spotted. We had a bit of time to enjoy a very short hike. Lema fell asleep on our way back to the tramway. It was simply beautiful to be in the mountains and to enjoy the sights and sounds of New Mexico. We hope to visit other fascinating cities in New Mexico when we get another chance.
It indeed has been a beautiful summer and now we are ready to usher in the Autumn season and some cool weather.
Here are some photos from our New Mexico trip.
Otherwise how are you doing? Hope you and your family are well too!
Read also: Nabubwaya shares her macadamia nut cookies recipe.
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Mercy Johnson is a popular Naija actress who I’m sure you’ve seen in a number of Nollywood movies. Since news of her third pregnancy recently broke out, she has been the center of lots of talk -both positive and negative.
Mercy has two children: a daughter who is 2 years 9 months old, and a son who is 11-months old. Now her third child is due at the end of this year. Apparently quite a number of people have been wondering if the 31 year-old has ever heard of family planning, claiming that she’s too busy in the bedroom and is having her babies too fast, too many. The backlash has been immense.
But Mercy has broken the silence and has responded. She says:
“I am expecting my third child and I’m a married person so I don’t think people should ask me why. I understand the ethics of spacing kids but I’m a married person and an adult, I can decide the way I want to live my life. So yes, I’m having my third baby really soon. Thank you so much for the good wishes, thank you so much for the hate speeches. Save some of the hate speeches because the fourth will soon come to round it up then you can show your anger but for now it’s good news let’s celebrate.”
Watch the video below.
Oh well, I guess people will always talk. Whatever you do –people will always have an opinion, many of them thinking they are better than you. But you know what? Life is too short to live it worrying about what other people say. Because they will still talk anyway. So just live life for you.
From me, I say congratulations Mercy. Enjoy motherhood.
Today I’d like to introduce you to Wairimu, who will be a regular contributor here. Wairimu is aunt to six-year old Safari. Safari is her sister’s baby, and owing to the close relationship between the sisters, Wairimu feels as though Safari is her child as well. Wairimu will be sharing with us insights about raising a child with special needs.
Safari fell ill just after birth and was later (much later) diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy (CP). Wairimu – who we will now call ‘Tata Nimmo’ (Tata means aunt in Kikuyu while Nimmo is short for Wairimu), will be sharing with us her and her sister’s journey raising a child with this disability.
The beginning – Diagnosis
I remember Safari’s first attempts to call me.
Ta..ta..ta t..a…..he said repeatedly as the words struggled to form on his lips. But slowly and surely they came… and soon, everything was Tata. Safari calls me ‘Tata Nimmo’.
I remember his mother asking him some questions:
“Safari, who do you want to feed you?”
“Tata!” he would hurriedly exclaim!
When Safari was just three months old, we knew that something was wrong somewhere, though we could not tell exactly what. His head was still very wobbly and when we placed him on the sofa he would easily topple over so we would have to put a pillow on both sides to prevent him from doing so.
I remember when the rest of his agemates already had a few teeth, we remained patient, waiting for him to cut his first tooth. Worried, we asked a couple of doctors about his seemingly slow development. But the answer was always the same: that boys have ‘delayed milestones’, meaning they take longer to record milestones than girls of the same age.
And so we waited and waited…..and continued waiting….
But as we continued waiting, one particular incident was never far from our minds. This was something that happened when he was a newborn.
At only six days old he had jaundice. Many babies experience mild jaundice, which is a yellow tint to a newborn’s skin and the white part of the eyes. This is a sign that there is too much bilirubin in the baby’s blood. But it usually gets better or simply goes away on its own within a week or two –without causing any problems. However, in rare cases, if the bilirubin levels remain high and without appropriate medical attention, it could lead to brain damage called kernicterus. That is apparently what our baby had. Neonatal kernicterus. Interestingly, it is a doctor who diagnosed this condition during Safari’s six-day BCG jab at a public hospital in Pangani -Nairobi. Thankfully, the doctor had diagnosed him just in the nick of time. Because it was quite serious then. Safari was immediately admitted to Kenyatta National Hospital, where he underwent a blood transfusion and was placed under photo-therapy. I remember his little eyes being so tightly bandaged to ensure that no light reached or affected them. I wondered if it hurt him.
Three months later, we went for a follow-up visit at the hospital and were grateful when he was given a clean bill of health.
But as I mentioned earlier, he was not developing at the rate of most children his age. While he was quite physically active, something still bothered us. But yet, our concerns were dismissed by doctors –where we were told we were ‘just another set of anxious mother and aunt’.
That is until one day a friend referred us to a public dispensary after noticing that he could not stand on his own at almost two years old. At the dispensary, the doctor prescribed vitamin C supplements for two weeks and asked us to be on the lookout for any changes.
To cut the long story short, it was only when he turned two years that Safari was diagnosed with mild Cerebral Palsy, a disorder that impairs control of movement caused by damage to the developing brain. CP is one of the most common causes of chronic childhood disability. A significant percentage of children with CP experience some level of mental retardation and may also have learning disabilities, vision, speech, hearing or language problems.
Following this diagnosis, we started therapy at Kiambu District Hospital. At least we knew now that there was a problem and a possible solution.
We believe that his sickness during those first few weeks contributed to his condition. Our conversations with other mothers who have special children with CP are almost similar; they all say that their children fell sick at some point soon after birth. For some, it was malaria, others meningitis, others something else. But there was a sickness involved somewhere in those first weeks.
Safari is now six years old. He is now able to walk, though in a mild wobbly manner. His speech is much improved and he is in school. He is in an integrated school -where they have both regular and special units. He is now in pre-unit. Next year he heads to class one! We are so excited!
Every time we reflect on these experience as a family, we often feel that had he been well-attended to earlier –the jaundice and the diagnosis of cerebral palsy, he probably would have made more progress by now.
It is because of our experience that I wish to share a few tips with all mums, especially new ones.
Tips for New Mums
And that is Nimmo’s beginning. Do you have a child with special needs? How was the diagnosis made? Was it made early, or did it take a while just like Safari’s?
When I was a new mum, one of my greatest concerns was sleep. Sleep for both baby and myself. It was very important that my baby got some good sleep otherwise I would not have a good sleep myself. And then they’d be lots of crankiness from both sides.
Now, one of the ways I ensured that my little one got a good rest was by investing in a quality diaper; one that fit him comfortably and kept him dry for a reasonable period of time –especially at night. Remember – if baby slept well, then I slept well too, and so did the other family members. Because a happy baby = a happy mum = a happy family ;). Very important.
One of the good quality diapers in the market today is Pampers baby-dry, which gives baby up to 12 hours of dryness – allowing him to have a good night’s sleep. Now, I’m giving away a jumbo pack size of Pampers baby-dry diapers and a pack of Pampers wipes, which you can win for yourself or a friend.
The Jumbo pack contains 72 diapers for babies in the 4 – 9 kg weight range. This is a perfect gift for an expectant mum, so if you’re planning on going for a baby shower soon, then this is something you can get for her. Also, if your relative, colleague or friend has recently been blessed with a new baby and you’re planning to go see her, then this is something you could carry for her as well. The wipes -56 sheets in total -can be used on babies of all ages.
So what do you need to do to stand a chance to win? All you need to do is leave a comment below indicating why you’d like to win the Pampers baby-dry jumbo pack and Pampers wipes -whether for yourself or for your friend.
This giveaway will run from 14/09/15 – 18/0915. A randomly selected winner will be chosen on 19th and contacted via email. Giveaway will be given to Kenyan residents only.
Best wishes!
