“I’m really going to make sure I make the most out of my maternity leave”. Next joke… don’t get my wrong, the first couple of months I made sure our weeks were fun filled and we were out of the house pretty much everyday. But now… our days are pretty much playing on the rug […]Read More Famous last words
At the moment I am Mummy. But I seem to have forgotten I am also Holly, a wife, a daughter, a granddaughter, a niece, and a friend. Having a baby just consumes your whole life. You are always referring to yourself as Mummy so that is who you are. When your baby is this young, […]Read More Who am I?
Even if it is only temporarily, Aria has been sooooo much better to settle at night time. No more crying when we put her in her cot, no more crying when we leave the room. A happy, content little munchkin who is soon off into the land of nod! “How long will that last?” I […]Read More Order is restored…
So remember that blog post I wrote about Mum Guilt? Well, it’s finally happened. My ‘Easy going’ baby has now turned my life upside down! My normally fabulous sleeper, self settling miracle, never upset about anything, has finally shown me what mum life is really about. Unpredictability. Bed time has been a nightmare recently, whether it’s […]Read More It finally happened…
The funny thing about the ‘newborn fog’ is that you have no idea you are in it until you’ve come out of it. Everyone warns you how the first few weeks will leave you feeling confused and tired, but there really is nothing to fully prepare you. The interesting thing is, for me, it wasn’t […]Read More The newborn fog
Never would I think that I would actually miss you. From time to time I find myself reaching down and giving you a rub. Only to be greeted with the fat pocket that remains of what you once were. I miss the movement I used to feel when you were “Bean”, wriggling around doing somersaults […]Read More Dear Bump…
So i’ve just read an article on the daily mail (I know, why did I bother reading such trash?) and I am LIVID. I find it quite hilarious at the fact that this article seems to think that the only need to be a breast feeding mother is if ‘you are living in sub-Saharan Africa with […]Read More THAT Daily Mail article.
Facebook is dangerous. There I said it. Since embarking on parenthood I’ve been joining lots of different ‘support’ groups, to speak to other mums and to take my worries away if I ever have any. But in all honesty? The majority of these groups just fill me with more worry, and I’m pretty sure it’s […]Read More #MumLife: The mum world of social media
I have so much I need to get down on (virtual) paper. But no idea where to start. What do I even want to say? Do I even want/need to write it? I’m in a funk and I don’t know how to snap out of it. All I’ll say is. There is a lot more […]Read More Where do I even start?
So far Aria has been exclusively breastfed, with a nightly bottle of expressed breast milk. Breastfeeding is the most wonderful yet demanding and worrying way to feed a child, imo anyway! When Aria was born I was told she was born on the 50th centile, yet with every weigh in she was getting lower and […]Read More #TheBoobDiaries: Mama’s Magic Milk