9 Reasons Why I Love Being a Mama

9 Reasons Why I Love Being a Mama

First things first, this post is in no way intended to shame, criticise or put down any other mums or dads or guardians of tiny humans. I’ve been feeling really crappy lately about life, parenting, myself and all the other bits in between & I’ve just really needed a boost so much. The thing is, the best and most positive thing in my life is Bear. I might get frustrated, I might lose my shit, I might cry. But he honestly completes me in so many ways. He’s turned me into the kind of person I never ever thought I could be. Responsible, selfless, a mother. He makes me so happy (the majority of the time) and I just wanted to document it. A little something for me to read when I’m feeling like I’m failing and brings a little sunshine amongst all of the rain everywhere.

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The Mummy Tag

The Mummy Tag

I was very kindly tagged by the lovely Amy over at All Things Amy to do the Mummy Tag so here goes… View Post

4 Months Old Today, Where Has the Time Gone?!

4 Months Old Today, Where Has the Time Gone?!

It feels like just yesterday I was stuck on the maternity ward for a week being induced to then have my waters broken and deliver this beautiful little human. I can’t believe that he’s 4 months old today. Seriously, where does the time go? I blink and another week has flown by. View Post

When  2 Became 3, My Labour & Birth Story (Part 2)

When  2 Became 3, My Labour & Birth Story (Part 2)

On the Wednesday, the first pessary I had been given was removed and the midwife did an examination of my cervix. Not much had happened at all. I was approximately 1-1.5cm dilated and my cervix was still too far back so she placed another in and left it to do it’s magic for another 24 hours. Again, I tried walking, bouncing on the pregnancy ball, I had a curry for tea and ate a lot of fruit in the hopes it would help move things along. No such luck. View Post

When 2 Became 3, My Labour & Birth Story (Part 1)

When 2 Became 3, My Labour & Birth Story (Part 1)

I went to my 38 week midwife appointment with a touch of nervousness and a whole load of excitement. I’d had braxton hicks on and off for the past few weeks and had been slowly losing my plug. Baby had been engaged for at least a week and had been head down for a few weeks. So in theory, I was thinking something should be happening around now. My midwife carried out all of the usual checks, hearing baby’s heartbeat, measuring my bump, BP etc. However, my blood pressure was a little raised and she wanted me to see the community midwives again in the morning. I was fairly accustomed to this as I’d done it twice over the past few weeks. View Post