The Feeding Pillow – No new mother should be without one.
On my list of things to buy before my baby was born, the feeding pillow was nowhere to be seen. In hindsight, it should have been an essential item. I Continue Reading →
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anything related to being “Mum”
On my list of things to buy before my baby was born, the feeding pillow was nowhere to be seen. In hindsight, it should have been an essential item. I Continue Reading →
When being Mummy is only one of the many faces you have to wear, it can be tremendously difficult to remember to remove the other masks before donning “mummy” When Continue Reading →
He’s fantastic, he’s amazing… All for one and one for all…Build it up! Dinotrux…Can we fix it?… We are parents, hear us whimper into the sofa cushions when we are Continue Reading →
Living abroad, no family close by, a small (practically tiny) social circle, it’s hard being an ex-pat mum. In the past, and even now, most first-time mum’s are near their Continue Reading →
As a first time mum, immigrant (expat), socially awkward, and petrified of judgement, there is no one quite so acutely aware of how other people perceive me. How they judge Continue Reading →
It’s official; I am a parent, Mummy, Mommy, Mama or whichever name my boy is calling me this week. So, as a writer and blogger, it would be irresponsible of Continue Reading →
It is a recurring theme amongst those who have a mental illness, like depression, that they reach a point where they don’t feel like they deserve the help they so Continue Reading →
I’m not so sure I’ve got this. After a completely sleepless night, I still have a baby to look after until my Honey wakes just after lunch. I’m utterly exhausted. Continue Reading →
This morning started with another poor feed by the boy, but I’ve got this; I have to. The same small nurse is still telling me that I need to supplement. Continue Reading →
After his night feed at 04:30 the baby boy slept (yes, he was asleep) until just before 08:00. They brought him through to me, but he didn’t want to feed. Continue Reading →