Becoming a mum is hard. So much so that you might imagine there will never be a time you’ll get around to drinking the champagne that some well-meaning, but totally clueless, pal bought you to celebrate the fact your baby emerged blue, covered in gunk and blinking into the world.
Even when breastfeeding gives way to bottles and mission of pumping and dumping is long gone, there are still plenty of familiar baby dramas to prevent you enjoying a glass of chilled bubbles of an evening; there’s the split moment when transferring from bath to nappy that they’ll pick to offload their dinner; the never-ending rounds of Buzz Lightyear Goes to Nursery that your child insists on you reading before you dare switch on their nightlight; or maybe you have a baby that actively hates their nursery and will rattle the bars of their cot for hours until you sandwich them in between mummy and daddy.
Yet as you acclimatise to your new role, you’ll find there are excuses aplenty for cracking open a bottle of Moet and Chandon Champagne. In fact, if you don’t, you’re apt to go a bit crazy.
Here are my little parenting wins this month:
Heidi now naps!

Unbelievably, after months of trying, my daughter is finally beginning to yawn after a frantic session on her Jumperoo. Better yet, when we pop her in her cot for a rest, she actually plays with, and coos at her dollies before her little head hits the pillow. Trust me this is major progress. Heidi used to rattle the bars as fervently as a prisoner suffering from claustrophobia.

Even better still - sometimes the two will nap at the same time! It’s then, and only then, you realise you’ve really cracked this parenting game.

The Postman Obsession has given way to Toy Story
I don’t want to judge Postman Pat too harshly. The 2014 movie was actually pretty watchable with Ronan Keating, Stephen Mangan, Rupert Grint, and Jim Broadbent among those providing the voice-overs. Yet when you’re being pestered to put it on every single day, three times a day, you begin to fantasise about putting your head in the freezer.
At least there are three Toy Story movies, and there’s plenty of adult humour to keep me from regressing to a three-year-old by the time Craig comes home from work. Better yet, we actually bought Dexter several Toy Story toys for Christmas. At the time my sweet well-mannered two-year-old gave them a cursory nod then threw them behind the sofa. Now we’re gradually introducing them as bribes for fuss-free tooth-brushing. Result!
Heidi is giving as good as she gets

My 10-month-old daughter is now standing up to her big brother and demanding he share his toys. She used to get a whack around the head with a chunk of Duplo for her troubles and fall to the floor wailing. Now she’ll sidle in next to him and shoulder barge into whatever game he’s playing. I guess she’s now immune to concussion and has worked out that a bash or two is worth it if you can get your hands on Fireman Sam’s fire station. 
The lump on my breast turned out to be nothing
Joking aside, I’ve had a pretty naff month. I found a lump on my breast earlier this week and sadly it wasn’t result of superb aim from my toddler whilst eating his cereal. I couldn’t book my own doctors appointment because I was scared, so Craig had to do it for me. He booked a little time off work to be there with me and hold my hand and I’m eternally grateful I had him there to support me.
I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I’d be at the doctors surgery. Before she’d even asked what was wrong, I was removing my bra! In fact, she even tried to stop me for fear of interruption by a colleague, gesturing I might be more comfortable if I park my bum on a seat behind her curtain, but she quickly stopped when she saw the pleading look in my eyes - it said, just get on with it.
I’ve now been reassured the lump is within my skin, and not my breast tissue. This doesn’t mean we’re completely out of the woods and I’m still scheduled for further tests, but to my mind, it does mean they can lop it off (if needs be) without there being too much cosmetic damage to my breast.
The main threat is gone, and that means a glass of bubbly.
So what are you celebrating this month?